The Mat-Zemlya Companion, Part 5

 Day 1

    I got stuck. And no one is coming to save me. 

    I'm not complaining though. I finally get to drink myself to near-death, then wake up and do it again. 

    Some people truly forget that I can't really get drunk, curse or no curse. At the end of the century, I'm still stuck being sober. 

Day 3

    Drinking doesn't have the same thrill as it used to. And no, it's not because of Buffmem. No matter what he says. 

    There is something about immortality that drains a lot of addictive things of their spark. As some scholarly mortals would suggest, the dopamine is not the greatest once you get used to it. And just so the mortals reading this know, there is a limit. There is only so much dopamine you can produce in your brains. There is a hard limit. Depression should have taught you all that. 

Day 25

    You know, Ani told me to talk to the Void to record more of my thoughts, but I went on a little bender of drugs for a bit. Lasted a lot longer than I thought, even for me. But it didn't really make me happy. If anything, it made me sad.

    It made me realize how much of an asshole I am. 

    Yeah, before my adventuring party and the Caledonians start, I am already aware of how much of an asshole I am. I just- I just didn't realize how bad I was. 

    At least I'm not as bad as Ani. And Andrei.

Day 30

    I want to just say, for the record, that Ani and Andrei aren't that bad. 

    I was thinking about that after I said that I wasn't as bad as them. Neither of them are that bad. They are just immortals lost in mortal bodies that get some of their kicks out of leading innocent people through their twisted imaginations. Including each other. Talk about blind leading the blind on that one. 

    But they aren't bad.