Life without Psionics

So I lost my psionic powers. The Zerg must have taken them or something.

Shit, it's been a while since I wrote anything for this blog. I guess I better bring you up to speed. Zoofights started, things were awesome and we met lots of new people, and then the Zerg showed up, kidnapped me and tried to turn me into one of them.

Yeah. Fun times.

And they took my powers. Admittedly, I only had them for a year, but it felt awful all the same. They took a part of me. They went in my head and messed me up, and that fucking sucks Protoss dong. And I used it sometimes too - when I had to feed Mordred, I could sort of talk to him, although his thoughts aren't exactly Stephen Hawking. And I could tell Erebus exactly how I felt, like if we had an argument or if we were chilling out together, or if we were having a moment.

I miss being able to do that.

He's been supportive. He's never not been supportive. But he's been a goddam pillar of cast iron lately. He rescued me, he helped me recover after, he was there for all of last year, he was there when Ali beat the shit out of me, and now here he is again.

And we're watching Toy Story. He likes it.

I can find a better way of showing him how I feel.

<3