Dreams of Darkness

So, I've been on various text-based role-playing environments for well over a decade now, off and on. I've played RPGs in person ever since high school. There are truly moving and remarkable moments from those years, and tonight added one more. I spent two hours I did not have to expose the soul of Delachiel instead of cramming irregular German verbs, and I don't care! No, that's not true. I do care. German verbs can rot for all I care! Thank you, three strangers, that made this happen.

I realize this is rambling, and most of you have no context whatsoever to put this in, but I had to share before I burst. If there is any alter ego that has been close to me throughout these years, it is her--that is why she appears as my icon, now and then. If there is anything creative I have written or can act out that I want to share with the world, it is her tale. Any insight into her is insight into myself, and into the world I live in.

I'm currently euphoric, the way you'd be after a really good concert where you danced and had fun and forgot all about yourself, or a spectacular movie, one that you leave only to realize that it has changed the way you see the world.

Or, to put it simply: I just wanted to tell you all that I'm really, really happy right know!