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What the hell day is it today.

Sunday. Right.

Man. I just don't feel like writing in my LJ today. How sad is that? And a lot of exciting stuff happened yesterday, too. Involving a musician. Who is AS SHORT AS I AM. And a GUY. We now pause while you all stare in shock.

Ahhh, tell ya later.

"Zathras trained in crisis management."

KITT and Red. KITT and KARR. KITT and KRO. Red and ... well, that's another line. Him and Mike and that stupid fucking question. Him and Kit. Johnny and Blaise. Him and Daniel. Daniel and Cowboy. Daniel and Him and Lu. Daniel, himself. Him, and all his various and sundry messed-uppedness. Chloe. Marcus. Gods, Marcus. I'm so sorry...

Fucking people are taking over my brain with their problems.

Oh well. And now for the tale of What Happened Yesterday, also known as How I Met the Miniature Musician.

I swear. He's as tall as I am, and that's saying something. Or maybe I mean as short as I am. Either way, he's fucking tiny. But he runs a good Shadowrun game, which was what was played yesterday. In the morning there were fun mind-breaky exercises with adsartha... was it really that recently? And then I went to go take a nap, 'cause I had the headache from HELL. And then the boyfriend woke me up, and because I had promised to go to the Shadowrun game with him (although I had serious misgivings about it) I went. Also despite not having eaten in about 24 hours. I forget, sometimes.

It was hazy and my brain just wasn't working for most of the drive there. We stopped and got gyros, though, which was good. And then we got to the MiniMusicMan's plaec. Ooh. I like that better.

Swear to fucking god. It was like my room and my dad's and my uncle's house all got together and had a baby. I know there's only one person who reads my journal who will understand what I mean, but that's what it looked like. It was neater than my room, though, which is I guess where my uncle's place comes in. Even my Dad's place isn't that neat. And there was NO ROOM. None. Because between all the toys... well. So I ate the gyro and curled up on the floor and felt better after a bit, even going so far as to pen a short story. Which I shoudl really type up. And then the bf's brother complained about he space, possibly the first time he's complained that I've ever agreed with him, so we moved it over to J_____'s place. I need a funny name for J_____. I'm sure I'll think of one.

And once I started to wake up, and once Evil!Mouse had something to do... okay, brief digression. Evil!Mouse is called Evil!Mouse because he is so much like the evil twin of Mouse from The Matrix that it's scary. About the right age, and he has this horrible fascination wtih guns. I have the sneaking suspicion that if he were a little less social he'd be one of the kids who gets on the news for shooting up his school. Anyway. Evil!Mouse split his time between playing on a console game upstairs (I think. I don't know, I didn't follow, I don't care) and bouncing up and down going "I want to shoot something!" Literally. This is not professional roleplaying behavior, but whatever, he didn't do it much or long. And that pretty much put an end to the bad roleplayingness. I was on the side of the table that had the bf and J_____, and while J____ looked and sounded horribly like white trash redneck in the beginning, he wasn't that bad. Kinda grew on me. Like spore mold, but he did.

And of course, it being Shadowrun, I chimed in with rules and book numbers and other things. Because for some reason that stuff is still lodged in my brain. I haven't played it iiin. At least two years? Thereabouts. And it's stll lodged in my brain. So now I'm going to play in a Shadowrun game, 'cause MiniMusicMan liked me. It was... actually kinda cute. He's got the whole puppy thing going on that a lot of musicians have. He's got the whole tall skinny long-haired space-cadet guitarist thing going on. Only without the tall. Never thought I'd see that. But he liked my suggestion on something the characters could do to get out of a jam (which was a bit of a relief, I was jaffoing a little too hard there) and we had a brief discussion about Deep Rising: "the film with X and Y and Z?" "yep. And they did this and that and the other." "yeah, I remember that film. I liked that film." Silly man. But cute. And he can run a damn good Shadowrun game, so I am happy.

So. That, my dear Hat, is the tale of the Miniature Musician.