Sirius Regulus Black

I re-learned today how to ice skate from a lovely young lady that lives nearby, and I believe I now how a frost bitten bum for my effort.
It isn't pleasant, in the least.
She offered to tend it for me. Shocked me to the gills, but tempting as the offer was, I had to refuse.
I'm mostly idiot, I've realized.

Thank heavens this wretched 'holiday' is almost here and over with. My nephew makes entirely too big a deal out of a day that means absolutely nothing, particularly here in the afterlife. In life perhaps it was understandable to celebrate, but now, it is just an excuse to get sloshed and have too much candy.

Day of the dead, indeed.
Isn't that everyday here?

I think..
It's the oddest feeling, truly it is, but I think I almost miss my wife.
I certainly miss my Lycoris, I have since I arrived, but to miss Hesper is a foreign feeling, and one I do not wish to have.

I think I was just used to her, and I miss the routine and the companionship no matter how awful that we had for so long.




I should stop writing in these things; I feel the urge to whine each time I pick up my quill.

[Private to Rosalind]

None of my business, I know, but are you all right?

And now I am craving chocolate chip ice cream, if it is possible to crave a thing you have never before tasted.
I only just recently partook in the delight that is chocolate ice cream, but somehow chocolate chip sounds so much better.


added later

Clotho, my fate, am I meant to be a houseguest for eternity or was there a home constructed somewhere for me?

( I see you naked in the bath//Cigarette stains on your hands//Wilted flowers in the vase//I ask 'how are you..?' )