It's been a week
I'm posting this morning because I want to, but I have no idea what to write about.
It's been one of those fun-but-uneventful weeks. Nothing of note has happened so far - I've played in two RPGs, been to work twice, dodged two car accidents... hmm, it seems 'two' is the mystical number of the week.
But none of that was anything worth writing about - it just *is.*
This should change on Saturday - I'm going to work a party at the MSC (a.k.a. I get paid to par-tay!). Yes, I'll have to spend the first four hours in the work uniform, limited to a single exhibit (but very near the main party area). After that I can swap out to a suit and dance! Or at least stumble. ;-)
I have started to write 'journal entries' for my Deadlands PC. We go so long between sessions (months) that I need 'em to keep my memory fresh of what the character was thinking about when we last played. Otherwise his personality could swing some between sessions. Least that's my excuse. ;-)
The Star wars gamer continues to stumble along. we have already lost two players (probably) and gained one new one. I think that this game will suffer an astonishingly high attrition rate. I don't feel like quitting, but the group dynamic is a bit weirder than what I'm used to... I have the odd feeling that half these guys already know each other, and I'm an intruder... but I can't put my finger on why. Not that they have not been welcoming... I think it's just my akward feeling that i get when I know nobody at a game table. I survive it at Cons - I can manage it here, too.
arbutus is in Boston, and part of me wishes I could go and relive, if only for a day, my now oddly halycon days of living there... the stress was a different stress (bad living conditions as opposed to tough money problems) but I recall much of it fondly.
Yet all I have to do is flip back to my LJ entries from that time to recall how stressed I was.
I'm still stressed now, though... *sigh*
Just need another job, or to full-time the one I have, and the money troubles will become but minor irritants.
Stupid NPS.
OK, this ramble is getting long. I'm cutting it off here.
It's been one of those fun-but-uneventful weeks. Nothing of note has happened so far - I've played in two RPGs, been to work twice, dodged two car accidents... hmm, it seems 'two' is the mystical number of the week.
But none of that was anything worth writing about - it just *is.*
This should change on Saturday - I'm going to work a party at the MSC (a.k.a. I get paid to par-tay!). Yes, I'll have to spend the first four hours in the work uniform, limited to a single exhibit (but very near the main party area). After that I can swap out to a suit and dance! Or at least stumble. ;-)
I have started to write 'journal entries' for my Deadlands PC. We go so long between sessions (months) that I need 'em to keep my memory fresh of what the character was thinking about when we last played. Otherwise his personality could swing some between sessions. Least that's my excuse. ;-)
The Star wars gamer continues to stumble along. we have already lost two players (probably) and gained one new one. I think that this game will suffer an astonishingly high attrition rate. I don't feel like quitting, but the group dynamic is a bit weirder than what I'm used to... I have the odd feeling that half these guys already know each other, and I'm an intruder... but I can't put my finger on why. Not that they have not been welcoming... I think it's just my akward feeling that i get when I know nobody at a game table. I survive it at Cons - I can manage it here, too.
arbutus is in Boston, and part of me wishes I could go and relive, if only for a day, my now oddly halycon days of living there... the stress was a different stress (bad living conditions as opposed to tough money problems) but I recall much of it fondly.
Yet all I have to do is flip back to my LJ entries from that time to recall how stressed I was.
I'm still stressed now, though... *sigh*
Just need another job, or to full-time the one I have, and the money troubles will become but minor irritants.
Stupid NPS.
OK, this ramble is getting long. I'm cutting it off here.