|Enjolras isn't a statue, really (solo_patria) wrote in valarnet,|
@ 2013-04-11 21:54:00
Those of you who have expressed concern over my condition in the past week are likely to require updates on the condition of my mind and the state of my lodgings. Combeferre has come to stay with me and by that act alone, things have improved. He did suggest, and I agreed, that removing my barricade was best for the moment, and I have been given space again that I did not think I had.
Instead, we have begun construction on a better place for Danton to spend the days I am at home with him, and have been placing replicas of familiar monuments as a part of his obstacle course that he might chew on or eat or roll in or whatever else it is he'd enjoy doing there. I lose my battles with reality less often now as well, as I prepare to face this world, and the challenges it throws to us. I've let the past four months slow me down and while our society of friends has done the work it always does, there is much more that CAN be done, particularly as we reach toward the summer months.
So I propose an open meeting of Les Amis where we might discuss new causes to pick up, introduce ourselves and our successes to the student body and the public and perhaps gain new membership and friends to speak and work with. Perhaps our first May meeting of the month if everyone would be agreeable to it? I know that there are many people here on this network who work for or care about many things we haven't touched in the past, or have new ideas that aren't as stagnant as we've let ourselves become. As I have let us become. The best thing to do with a mistake, even besides apologizing for it, is to rectify it. I would greatly like to do that if no one else is opposed.
In other news, more serious news, I am going to murder Courfeyrac for reasons that he knows only too well, involving an incident I don't care to discuss here just this now. Suffice to say, he knows what he has done and moved me from the state of mildly annoyed to actually enraged, which is why I sound as though I am writing this from the century I dream in. Put me into a state where murder via rented lion, pixie stix overdose, or via allowing a group of unicorns to race over your head, all sound like great ideas and you get this strange mixed version of myself. It always happened before when I was pissed, so I am not surprised in the least it's happening again.
In short, I am not fine, but I am getting better and will be entertaining other options for how to murder one of your best friends that preferably aren't suspicious? I'd be grateful.