Well, despite the fact that I reserved the collector’s edition back in March, and it was released the 31st of October, I didn’t get a chance to pick the game up until last night with Rue, and when I got home it was hitting it hard with NaNoWriMo only to fall asleep while he and Jei were kicking each other’s asses in Super Puzzle Fighter.  Though I feel that I’ve been struggling juggling school, work, and play- I took today off without too much hesitation so I could do a little catch up and snag a peek at the game of the gods.  I know I mentioned this earlier, but it has been six long years since I had a good old-fashioned Final Fantasy rpg dose- (we’re not counting the amazing Dear Friends concert) and I’m excited to say it was well worth the wait.  Now, having spent most of my day off playing and taking a few breaks for a venture or two into the great outdoors I part to have dinner with my mother for her brithday, but not before a few short notes. Man, Crystal Theme, have I missed you, and I’m interested to see if this has any connection to Tactics besides the world.
Kelly, I will catch up to you, I swear it!
Riley, don’t kill me. : )
Cheers, kids. 

I can remember two costumes from when I was little, and several years my mother dressed us up as angels, but I do remember one costume in particular.  She made me a Jasmine costume when I was in the second grade, from Aladdin, back when I still had hope in Disney.  I don’t remember much of being in the costume, I remember sitting at my desk and feeling so proud that my mom made my costume and the only other memory I have is of her hunched over the sowing machine, picking out material, and waking up several nights to find her still working on it.  And for the life of me, I can’t even remember if my father was there that Halloween or not. Today when I woke, I looked up at the snow that just seemed to be sneaking in, floating slowly like a thought easing into my mind, and I felt that pang of guilt for ever believing my father.  Of ever wanting to be “Daddy’s little girl”.  My mother has done so many things for me, but the one thing I want to thank her for today is being strong enough to leave my father and to stand aside and be the better person.  For six or seven years of my life my mother stood back and said nothing while my father told her darkest secrets and twisted her image into that of a monster.  So tonight, when I take my mother out for her birthday, I’m going to laugh, giggle, and squirt milk out of my nose and enjoy her company.