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Off to see the wizard...
Jun. 22nd, 2005 01:23 amI know, I'm infatuated with The Wizard of Oz.
We're a little closer to finding Captain Marvel than before, I think. There's no real assurance, though, as a lot of what we have is theories. I hope we find him soon. It's no secret time is of the essence.
My stomach is tied in knots. I'm nauseous and anxious. Something's going on with Caleb, but there hasn't been a moment to ask what.
I linked with him telepathically for a moment this morning to alert him of the situation with Captain Marvel. The thought had come into my head before I even realized I was linking with him, which I know I should be careful of. Not everyone is comfortable with that. To tell the truth, I haven't met anyone besides Caleb yet who is.
He didn't seem to mind, but I glanced something off the top. It's still strange, linking with someone. I always wind up with a little headache, like allergy pressure behind my eyes. It doesn't make my head feel like it's going to explode anymore, and I think I can thank the helm of Nabu for that. After linking minds with some of the JSA during the fight with Lyta, I seem to have gained some experience in that direction.
Oh, Merciful Kitten, I'm getting off-topic. Yes, I glanced something off the top of Caleb's thoughts. He found something out when he went to that bar with the mages. I don't know what-- it was so quick, it took me a moment to even realize that the thought wasn't my own. It _is_ obvious, however, that whatever it is is upsetting him.
Anyway, I'm taking a moment between 'action'. I found a really awesome tomato in the kitchen that I'm eating as we... er, I... type. Yes. I hope no one minds me digging through the fridge.
Speaking of, I believe I have a room somewhere in this monstrosity. (I have realized in recent days that this place must be comprised of various pocket dimensions, because if I walk around too long, I still get lost.) I've spent a lot of time here recently, so it might be a good idea to find out just where said room is, and have some of my things there. I've spent more time here than at my apartment recently.
Perhaps I'll think about asking if it'd be okay for Kinsey and Ninnyhammer to come along. They missed me terribly the last time I was there.
Which also reminds me about something else, something Superman briefed us on. I don't think I should talk about it, even if I'm pretty sure my journal is beyond notice even to the heroes that have access to it. You never know who might be watching, as mama always said... and was most often followed by, 'Nothing is secret in the eyes of God', which gave me terrible anxiety everytime I got into the tub for two years when I was five.
My lack of attention span is showing again. Please forgive.
This information Superman gave us has got me thinking about a 'secret identity'. Everyone seems to have one, with good reason, obviously. I'm not sure I need one, as the only people involved in my life that might get hurt aren't really people. They're manic little fuzz balls.
That may change one day, though. Oh, but my insecurity shows again when I think about the fact that I'm really not worth notice. For all intents and purposes, I'm a 'consultant' for the JSA. If the people I've been in battle with alongside the JSA recently are any indication, if someone wanted to get at me, secret identity or not, there wouldn't be much I could do.
I'm waffling on the subject, so I'm gonna finish my tomato and let it swim around in my head a bit more.
We're a little closer to finding Captain Marvel than before, I think. There's no real assurance, though, as a lot of what we have is theories. I hope we find him soon. It's no secret time is of the essence.
My stomach is tied in knots. I'm nauseous and anxious. Something's going on with Caleb, but there hasn't been a moment to ask what.
I linked with him telepathically for a moment this morning to alert him of the situation with Captain Marvel. The thought had come into my head before I even realized I was linking with him, which I know I should be careful of. Not everyone is comfortable with that. To tell the truth, I haven't met anyone besides Caleb yet who is.
He didn't seem to mind, but I glanced something off the top. It's still strange, linking with someone. I always wind up with a little headache, like allergy pressure behind my eyes. It doesn't make my head feel like it's going to explode anymore, and I think I can thank the helm of Nabu for that. After linking minds with some of the JSA during the fight with Lyta, I seem to have gained some experience in that direction.
Oh, Merciful Kitten, I'm getting off-topic. Yes, I glanced something off the top of Caleb's thoughts. He found something out when he went to that bar with the mages. I don't know what-- it was so quick, it took me a moment to even realize that the thought wasn't my own. It _is_ obvious, however, that whatever it is is upsetting him.
Anyway, I'm taking a moment between 'action'. I found a really awesome tomato in the kitchen that I'm eating as we... er, I... type. Yes. I hope no one minds me digging through the fridge.
Speaking of, I believe I have a room somewhere in this monstrosity. (I have realized in recent days that this place must be comprised of various pocket dimensions, because if I walk around too long, I still get lost.) I've spent a lot of time here recently, so it might be a good idea to find out just where said room is, and have some of my things there. I've spent more time here than at my apartment recently.
Perhaps I'll think about asking if it'd be okay for Kinsey and Ninnyhammer to come along. They missed me terribly the last time I was there.
Which also reminds me about something else, something Superman briefed us on. I don't think I should talk about it, even if I'm pretty sure my journal is beyond notice even to the heroes that have access to it. You never know who might be watching, as mama always said... and was most often followed by, 'Nothing is secret in the eyes of God', which gave me terrible anxiety everytime I got into the tub for two years when I was five.
My lack of attention span is showing again. Please forgive.
This information Superman gave us has got me thinking about a 'secret identity'. Everyone seems to have one, with good reason, obviously. I'm not sure I need one, as the only people involved in my life that might get hurt aren't really people. They're manic little fuzz balls.
That may change one day, though. Oh, but my insecurity shows again when I think about the fact that I'm really not worth notice. For all intents and purposes, I'm a 'consultant' for the JSA. If the people I've been in battle with alongside the JSA recently are any indication, if someone wanted to get at me, secret identity or not, there wouldn't be much I could do.
I'm waffling on the subject, so I'm gonna finish my tomato and let it swim around in my head a bit more.
