Yeah, you could say that I’m wasting my time, but it’s the night again. At least the snow has stopped, and the ceiling isn’t creaking anymore. Grimro was online. I joined his fireteam but couldn’t talk because Musette was asleep in the bed behind me. It’s okay. There was someone else in the team with him already. They talked nonstop back and forth with each other while I silently listened. Sometimes, when I had to cough, I would cover my microphone with my hand. I didn’t want them thinking that I was creepy. I don’t know why that matters. I shouldn’t care what they think of me. Maybe I’d just rather not deal with it, but I wish that I didn’t even worry about dealing with it if that’s what the worry is.