They were having a buy one, get one free sale on minds at the store...

Rose. Rose Davidson.

I start off most of my long rambles about her in my paper journal with her name. Perhaps that's the key that lets me unlock her mind and her universe for my easy access. I know both of those inside and out, since I created them, but yet not, since some aspects of it were found, not created, and I have yet to discover all of the details.

It's like that, sometimes, having a character sharing the same ...why do I want to call it "namespace"? ...in your mind. Someone on the same working area. I have all this hardware in my head, and it's running my OS, but at the same time, there is, off in the corner somewhere, the OS that's called Rose Davidson by most of the world, and that somehow has the ability to tap into an entire different universe, one that bears a shocking resemblance to our own.

Rose was me, once. She was an idiot freshman in high school at the same time I was, going to the same school, same experiences, same idiot friends.

Something changed, though. Her life continued on the road that I'd planned on taking, did the things I'd planned on doing, while real life continued to happen to me, confusing the hell out of me. Some of those things leaked over to her universe, but for the most part, she's struck out on her own since my sophomore year. Junior and senior years, mine, never happened, for her, but she did end up going to DeVry too, after a year or two waiting for Regan, at college at home.

...it'll be interesting, getting more in touch with her.

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1:05 pm: Work. Am cartooning. Should find time to scan & put online someday. Might only be funny to others in same profession, though.

2:48 pm: Feeling bad. Have been all day. Not sure I feel up to planned events tonight. I feel more like priestess towards new initiate than like potential lovers. Odd. Sneezing & coughing. Bad.

3:59 pm: Blech. Coughing my brains out. marxdarx's possessed phone has been calling my cellphone all day long.

Well, that's done.

It seems that my favorite character, rosalynde, has a journal of her own now. This is going to be bizarre until we both figure out what the hell is going on.

Time she got a place of her own anyway. It sometimes gets a little crowded being roommates...

late night rambles

Had a talk with the guy in question, about how I am still all over Darkside. I think I got whammied. Grrargh. Don't know still what is up.

Was grouching around the house as a result of the self-discoveries, and wound up playing Bejeweled until my much-abused eyes turned bad colors, then crashed out on the couch leaning on marxdarx, who's never seen me like this before ... sorry, man. This sort of thing happens to me, and I've learned over the years how to cope with it. Haven't been like that lately, and it shows.

Wish Darkside could have called. Wanted to talk to him. He's always got the words that say the right thing to me.