Ever create something for yourself, and end up at the mercy of it?
No, I'm not talking about a black hole that has ripped open a doorway in the fabric of time in order for the Cthulhu to step forth and eat all who refuse to bow down.
I'm talking more like a project, or a sweater, or a character in a play or something more normal. Though I think that the Cthulhu part would be cool. I'd vote for it.
Anyways, it's a Friday, around supper time, and I'm working on the planning stages of a project. Only I think I might have gotten in over my head. Not enough, my Spudguns, to jump into a vat of hot oil to make myself more crunchy for the Cthulhu... oh just go with it, I'm in H.P. Lovecraft mode...
I feel like being... silly. And before you say something like "if you're over your head then just back off" well, can't cause I'm committed to the project now. I get these bright ideas and sometimes act on them without thinking them through.
Or in this case, I think I thought it out too much and sort of killed the thrill of it for me already.
Well, I suppose if I look on the bright side... maybe someone will open a floodgate in the next few months sacrificing themselves to the Cthulhu and the Dagon and wiping out all mankind.
Dude, are we at the mouth of madness yet?
that's the view from my sofa right now... till later
