Fun times (and other horror stories)

Since my last post, I have eaten about half a carton of raspberry chocolate swirl icecream, felt sick and also slightly guilty, both about knocking out the proxy (poor kid) and about the whole half-a-carton of icecream thing,  gone off my food, slept for 12 hours, eaten a gigantic breakfast, and been late to work. Well, late my by standards. I'm usually here same time as Max who always arrives early. I was on time.

I feel kind of numb. We've lost Robert Sagel (mindwiped, Redlight has been monitoring the comments so we can't say anything, and he's getting a new blog.), Nessa of Exit Light, and probably Fizzbomb of Para not-so-normal, and that's only that i know of. Our ranks are dwindling.

Please, please, everyone else stay sane. I'm doing my best, I guess.

Keep calm and carry on. I have that poster on my wall. Whenever I'm stressed, I chant that in my head.

Keep calm and carry on.
Keep calm and carry on.
Keep calm and carry on.
Keep calm and carry on.

Sounds like a goddamn Madness Mantra. I'm not crazy! Not clinically at any rate. I swear, sometimes I think that Slendy is not a real, physical being but some kind of thoughtform memetic virus, making us imagine him to reality.

Someone call the SCP Foundation!

It seems that people are largely recovering from all the Chaos of the last week or so. Apparently Nessa is safe and all of the Sages seem to be in internal working order. I haven't run into It (the Construct, Tall and Faceless, whatever he's being called now) or any proxies, although now it's probably a matter of "when" rather than "if" now.

If anyone reading has not checked White Elephants within the past couple of days (since Entry 27 of Marble Hornets was uploaded or thereabouts) I would recommend you do so pretty much now. Everything's gone completely bonkers around here lately. Everyone, try and stay sane. Don't let It get to you.

On an unrelated note, the Pike River Mine disaster in Greymouth. R.I.P. to the 29 men who died in the blasts.  I hope they can recover the bodies so their families and other loved ones can put them to rest.

I'm waiting for my nail polish to dry. It's purple. I normally paint my nails pretty often, but ever since I started this blog I've been so busy trying not to freak out that I haven't. I don't do my fingers except for special occasions because it chips so easily and means I can't use my hands until it dries, just my toes.

I guess I'm trying to keep some semblance of normalcy in a world gone mad. I still get up at the same time and go to bed at the same time, I still go to work, I still try and catch up with my best friend from high school even though she's going to university in Nagoya at the moment, I still spend a lot of my spare time reading. I just happen to have a cricket bat or other bludgeoning weapon on me at all times. I'm pretty sure my handbag is actually a pocket dimension now.

Options

First thing first: I found Chester.

Mr Irving didn't ask any of us about Chester, so I asked him if he's heard anything. he told me he'd got a call from Chester, calling in sick. Again.

So I finished at work, went home, and found Chester asleep on the couch looking like he'd been dragged through a bush backwards and then kept awake all night. he hadn't given me my spare key back. bastard.

He's not in a good state. Paranoid, tired, and while he was out there he realised something.

There are only so many places we can go. Neither of us have anything more than high school qualifications (We're both two years into a Bachelor's degree) and New Zealand is a small country. Even smaller when you realise that we'll need money to get on a ferry to get down to the South Island. Shifting to Australia is probably too expensive.

Running, at the moment, is not a viable option.

Cassy likes vegemite.

Something or rather

Sudden influx of college work. I'm not taking Latin any more, which means I don't have to revise all the tenses and conjugations. Latin ate my life in High School. It seriously did. Thankfully I'm not taking it now I'm at college. So for the last two years, I have actually had a social life. Where's my applause? Oh well. I still have another year of my degree left, still have to do homework.

Okay, so I know that Slendy's serious business, but what's all this about 20 dollars and wifin' the the club? WHAT THE HELL IS WIFIN'? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?

Words cannot describe how utterly perplexed I am. Oh well. I'm going out tonight. Dinner out with three of my colleagues. Hopefully this time I will not have to be the sober taxi service for Leah, again. Leah is a genius but she cannot hold her liquor.

Does anyone in my miniscule readership know a website where I and others can mark points on a map where there have been Slendysightings? (trying to figure out a pattern here)