*As she switches the log on, the PDA automatically begins recording its surroundings - Elena is sitting at her usual desk, a lot of papers flying around on top of it. Not concerned by this monstrous amount of paperwork right in front of her, she is smiling into the camera, with quite a proud expression on her face. The Rheinlandic accent is only slight, but the rolling 'R' can be clearly heard.*
Nice, it's working ... finally! Goddamn, you can't even imagine how long it took me to get you back on track after I've decided to play around with your insides a little. Okay, actually no, it didn't take me -that- long, just a few hours. Only telling you this to have a good excuse to not write anything new after I've ended my last entry with ... wait, what were the words again? Right, 'See ya soon again, maybe more often'. *She shakes her head slightly* Well, seems it didn't work out once again. I'm not sure what's the reason for it, but probably it's because of -this-. *With wide eyes, she gestures at the papers, accompanied by a sigh* Maybe I'm exaggerating, it's not that bad to be honest, I still got much freetime at my hands that I use ... accordingly.
*She leans back in her chair, her hands folded behind her head, as she lets out another happy sigh.*
Believe me, this really simplifies a lot of things. I've always been somebody who is better at talking than writing ... or rather, somebody who can just talk much if I want to, too much even. No hurting hands anymore ... they are hurting anyways from all the stuff I need to write, comms I gotta answer, I really wished we got a secretary of sorts that would deal with all this crap. Hmm, actually that's not even a bad idea. We'd have to pay such a person a good amount of money though, else nobody cares to take over it I believe, it's just booooooooring. And it gets even worse when you think about all the other things you could do in the meantime. I got a damn good technique though how to deal with it. *She points at her head with her forefinger* Just -believe- that you like to do this work, tell yourself all the time it's great, amusing, relaxing, exiciting, whatever. Sometimes, it works.
*A shrug, she looks at the mountains of paper once again before focusing on the camera again.*
Anyways, there's actually a true reason I haven't done another entry yet, and no, it's not 'cause I've forgotten about you, it's just because there's not much to say about the past two weeks. Yeah, I know, that's kinda unbelievable by my standards, but it's the truth, I haven't been a crybaby for two damn weeks. Yes, there are still problems, concerns and all this bullsh*t in my head, but to be all honest, I don't care a single bit anymore. I'm not even actively trying to ignore them anymore, they are just there, but not doing any harm. Which is ... gods, it's relieving. I've been in a decently good mood for a longer period of time! Do you know what that means? Maybe I'm not even as bipolar as I thought!
*A slight laugh.*
Okay, maybe I still am, a bit. But at the moment, I'm just happy with who I am and what I got, really. Well, I -also- got heartburns and puke attacks lately, but again, as far as I know that's normal if you got a little somebody inside you. *Smiling, she skims over her belly, and looks down for a moment.* Well, anyways, I'll keep that short, just wanted to give you some attention to show I'm not dead or anything. See ya around. Now that I got this reprogramming done, I'll sit down more often to fill you with stuff. Talking is relaxing, writing isn't.
*After a quick smile, Elena shuts the PDA down again, the recorded file is being saved.*
