Hungover
Haven't posted in -- days? weeks? -- time gets away from you when you're running around as a happy little moonie, basking in the "love" and "joy" of some extradimensional entity with vast mind control powers who managed to put everyone in LA under her spell...including yours truly.

*Sigh*

I'll admit I miss it. The sense of belonging, of absolute certainty that the way of Jas...of the demonic entity was the right path. Right now I feel more depressed than the time I accidentally drank the negatively-charged slime back at the lab (what can I say? It looked like my grape smoothie). No doubt it's a side effect of the withdrawl of her control. Might not be a bad idea to sally forth to the closest drug store in search of some anti-depressents.

As for what I was doing while under the spell -- some of it's pretty fuzzy, but I do remember singing a rather spirited variation of "Kumbaya" at a Fellowship meeting, and then apparently chasing around town with a mob after some rebel force. Lucky for mankind those rebels apparently managed to break the mind control and free us all, and just as a global broadcast was about to send the whole world down on its knees worshipping a monster. And without knowing the specifics, soon after everyone could just sort of *sense* that SHE was dead. Don't know who saved the world this time, but I wish I could thank them, whoever they are. Hope they made it through this mess okay.

But I believe this is how it had to end, no matter how powerful SHE was. The human will can't be surpressed forever. Eventually someone was going to break free and oppose her. And any utopia founded on abolishing free will and independent thought was doomed to end in the same bloodbath it started in. Besides, who would trust absolute power to an entity that was willing to sacrifice thousands of innocents, start rains of fire, blot out the sun and unleash hordes of the undead on the city? SHE claimed to be an agent of love and peace, but as the good book says, "By their deeds ye shall know them."

But I still feel drained by the whole experience. Depressed. Empty. Forget the pills -- I need a good stiff drink.

Time to get out of this insane city and head on to Sunnydale like I planned. Hopefully I'll find a little peace and quiet up there. I mean, it certainly couldn't be worse than Los Angeles has been recently...could it?