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kittydesade) wrote2003-08-16 01:15 pm
kittydesade) wrote2003-08-16 01:15 pm
"Protection from what? Zee Germans?"
Mmm. Had a good game last night. Pirate!John was in rare form, I was only in medium rare form. But we got some good quotes out of it. Not much happened... I got a ring of the beast which apparently lets me turn into random land mammals. I also indulged myself in bothering Pirate!John's character.
And then, oh god. Training at 8 fucking 30 in the fucking morning. Damn you, Primerica! Damn you! My boss's boss... he is the walking talking epitome of WASP. You know, White Anglo-Saxon Protestant. If he mentions one more thing about 'The Mexicans' or 'God doesn't make junk' or anything like that, I'm going to start going on about 'zee Germans.' Well, maybe not, but... urrrgh. Damn him. Damn him to that special hell for people who talk at the theatre.
Anyway. I've got my nice little to-do list up there, and I'm going to finish Yours Truly today. I am. Dammit. I'm taking a look at it now and I think I'm just going to have to rewrite the whole damn thing from start to finish. I'm going to rewrite it and post it as one giant story, because it's really not that long. I've had chapters longer than this. Well, maybe not. But, yeah. Another chapter in Understanding, another chapter in RiP. And then Shattered Globe in a day or so.
I'm worried about the Lady Sphinx, a little. Haven't been keeping up with her as I should, and it sounds like she's not doing too good. I hate worrying about people long distance because I feel like there's nothing I can do but offer inconsequential words. Ugh. I wish I could offer hugs, or chocolate, or ice cream, or teddy bears, or the use of my hands to hold the punching bag while someone really lets loose. I dunno.
Ok, this is just getting too long and rambly...
EDIT: Well, since the little psychos who were picking April up didn't actually get here till an hour after they said they would, my bf isn't picking me up till 11 tonight. Which means I have to tolerate the loser brigade. Ugh. So, staying out here and writing. And editing. And beta-ing. Goddess, but I need a nap.
And then, oh god. Training at 8 fucking 30 in the fucking morning. Damn you, Primerica! Damn you! My boss's boss... he is the walking talking epitome of WASP. You know, White Anglo-Saxon Protestant. If he mentions one more thing about 'The Mexicans' or 'God doesn't make junk' or anything like that, I'm going to start going on about 'zee Germans.' Well, maybe not, but... urrrgh. Damn him. Damn him to that special hell for people who talk at the theatre.
Anyway. I've got my nice little to-do list up there, and I'm going to finish Yours Truly today. I am. Dammit. I'm taking a look at it now and I think I'm just going to have to rewrite the whole damn thing from start to finish. I'm going to rewrite it and post it as one giant story, because it's really not that long. I've had chapters longer than this. Well, maybe not. But, yeah. Another chapter in Understanding, another chapter in RiP. And then Shattered Globe in a day or so.
I'm worried about the Lady Sphinx, a little. Haven't been keeping up with her as I should, and it sounds like she's not doing too good. I hate worrying about people long distance because I feel like there's nothing I can do but offer inconsequential words. Ugh. I wish I could offer hugs, or chocolate, or ice cream, or teddy bears, or the use of my hands to hold the punching bag while someone really lets loose. I dunno.
Ok, this is just getting too long and rambly...
EDIT: Well, since the little psychos who were picking April up didn't actually get here till an hour after they said they would, my bf isn't picking me up till 11 tonight. Which means I have to tolerate the loser brigade. Ugh. So, staying out here and writing. And editing. And beta-ing. Goddess, but I need a nap.