It’s been quite a long time, my old friend.
Quite a long time indeed.
Last I saw you, we were prepping for battle.
And then you were taken away.
But no, not as a prisoner of war.
But today I watched it end.
I saw the battle unfold.
I saw beloved friends die.
I watched you fight.
All in a language I didn’t understand.
I’ll never understand.
But we’ve been reunited.
At last, I turn the pages I’ve longed to see.
And one day, I’ll understand the words I longed to read.
A Rebirth, one would say.
Today I obtained the scans to a series I started way back in high school. The translation company went out of business two book before the end and I never got to see what happened. I’ve always had my hopes fairly low, I mean, it was a crappy little Korean manwaha that I was enjoying. It’s like watching a shitty TV show from an off channel.
But, today, my lingering interest paid off. The scans are now in my possession! I HAVE THEM. I can SEE how the story ends!! Now, to save up for a translation so I can read it. Whatever. Hard part completed!
In other news, I feel depressed and down as fuck. I really don’t think I’m built for the widdle ones. Nobody is letting me, OR THEM, go at our own speed and it’s really frustrating. No, I’m not transitioning these kids. I spend all day with them, you don’t. I know when they are ready. Also, I love how ‘mother’ is a qualifier for everything related to childcare. That’s fantastic that you’ve spawned ONCE. I may have went to school for this. Can you listen to me for a minute?
I feel sick. I want a day off.