||[Dec. 9th, 2008|06:01 pm]
The Zatara Diaries
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3:46 PM Well, that was…odd. Trust a villain to show up on my last day in town. And not a good one, either. Some guy named Le Blanc. The really weird part, though, was who turned up to fight it. I guess I always just assumed Jason Blood took care of London, but apparently there’s this Beefeater character who, well, he says he was part of JLI, but I’ve never heard of him. Anyway, he’d taken out Le Blanc by the time I got there, although, from what I’ve heard, it was a silly fight. Whatever. Makes for a good story, I suppose. Something to tell Eddie.
3:49 PM I believe he uses a magic stick? Something of the sort.
3:51 PM I do hope the groupies pick up the pace for the rest of the tour. This is boring. Where are my crazy parties?
3:52 PM It’s fairly sad when almost fighting a two-bit bank robber is the most exciting part of my afternoon.
3:54 PM Granted, Beefeater’s hat was kind of amazing. That was an adventure in and of itself, right there.
3:57 PM You know, I was hoping that my last day in London might possibly include a bit more along the lines of, well, action, I suppose, for want of a better word. This whole European tour thing has been much too slow for my taste.
4:00 PM I think I’m doing a few club gigs in Manchester, which might be better than this. I might take a nap. I mean, come on. A nap? Truly this is a new low for Zachary Zatara.
4:02 PM I am a little tired, though. I could use some rest. Just for an hour or so. Then I could call Eddie.
6:15 PM Okay, what is Eddie doing up at this hour? Is he missing? Has he been kidnapped? Did he spend the night with that Ravager bitch? Where the fuck is he?
6:16 PM I will give him five minutes and then I will leave. I will not freak out. If he isn’t back soon, I will call him back in half an hour to see what’s going on. He is not my responsibility. I do not need to worry about him. I am not some idiot teenager with a stalker crush. I will not freak out. He is probably in the bathroom.
6:19 PM Yes, he was in the bathroom. God, Zachary, you’re pathetic.
10:38 PM Pretty decent turnout tonight, although there weren’t any boys backstage as I might have hoped. As much as I love the theater, there is a definite downside in that people don’t just hang around like in clubs. Which is a good thing for Manchester, but still, why Manchester? I don’t think we’re doing any other cities in England. Anyway, Eddie was all surprised to see me this morning, as though I don’t call him first thing in the morning every day. It’s kind of sweet, really. Endearing.
10:39 PM I really am pathetic, aren’t I? God.
10:54 PM Fuck, now I can’t sleep. I’m going to call Eddie again.
10:55 PM I mean, since I can’t sleep and all. It’s a perfectly good use of my time. What? There’s a time difference.
3:01 AM You know, as much as I hate to admit it, there’s no one else I could talk to all night like Eddie. No one, I’d want to talk to, really. I know I sound ridiculous, but still.