006 Flirts
Okay, seriously. What the hell?
I just about blew my foot off cleaning my gun -not!dirty- and I've never almost shot myself in the foot with my own weapon.
Add that onto burning myself when I tried to pour my coffee this morning, falling in the shower, falling out of the shower, closing the closet door on my hand and tripping over my boot laces ... I'm beginning to think I should go back to sleep.
You know, if I slept.
Any chance this is one of those curse things or am I suddenly losing my minlkjreirji nfkaenij.
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DAMN IT, almost dropped this thing in the toilet. What.The.Hell?!?
This is definitely a new experience and I'm not sure what I'm doing half the time.
Used to be like that in the past, where I'd come up with a con on the fly and just ride by the seat of my pants but for the past 90 years, it hasn't been like that. Too much responsibility, too many people looking to me to get it right.
And I so often seem to get it wrong. I'm scared to death that Owen is going to take Cadman up on her offer of work. I can't stop him if he does but at least I'm in position to be there to make sure I can protect him. Both him and Martha. They'd roll their eyes at me if they could read this but I can't be any other way, not now.
I'm still not so sure about this endeavor. I have to admit, the ultimate goal of this job sounds a little too much like that situation Lynch had set up and I broke that up. Now, here I am helping set up the exact same idea? I can say it's a case of keeping enemies (no not Cadman, whoever is financing her, I actually like Cadman) close but I know it's just going to look hypocritical of me.
Is it? Am I just doing something the easy way? Would it be better to try to go directly to the source rather than work with Cadman, keep tabs on Martha, possibly Owen?
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This is what makes me tired, the constant, never ending questioning of myself. Sometimes I wish I could sleep, just to get away from the constant, nagging doubt ... but sleeping is worse.
Sleeping is when the times I got it wrong come back to visit me. Sleep brings the nightmares and I don't think Owen or Martha need to be subjected to that.
[ooc: Yep the boy is enjoying his first curse day woohoo, feel free to point and laugh!]
I just about blew my foot off cleaning my gun -not!dirty- and I've never almost shot myself in the foot with my own weapon.
Add that onto burning myself when I tried to pour my coffee this morning, falling in the shower, falling out of the shower, closing the closet door on my hand and tripping over my boot laces ... I'm beginning to think I should go back to sleep.
You know, if I slept.
Any chance this is one of those curse things or am I suddenly losing my minlkjreirji nfkaenij.
...
DAMN IT, almost dropped this thing in the toilet. What.The.Hell?!?
This is definitely a new experience and I'm not sure what I'm doing half the time.
Used to be like that in the past, where I'd come up with a con on the fly and just ride by the seat of my pants but for the past 90 years, it hasn't been like that. Too much responsibility, too many people looking to me to get it right.
And I so often seem to get it wrong. I'm scared to death that Owen is going to take Cadman up on her offer of work. I can't stop him if he does but at least I'm in position to be there to make sure I can protect him. Both him and Martha. They'd roll their eyes at me if they could read this but I can't be any other way, not now.
I'm still not so sure about this endeavor. I have to admit, the ultimate goal of this job sounds a little too much like that situation Lynch had set up and I broke that up. Now, here I am helping set up the exact same idea? I can say it's a case of keeping enemies (no not Cadman, whoever is financing her, I actually like Cadman) close but I know it's just going to look hypocritical of me.
Is it? Am I just doing something the easy way? Would it be better to try to go directly to the source rather than work with Cadman, keep tabs on Martha, possibly Owen?
...
This is what makes me tired, the constant, never ending questioning of myself. Sometimes I wish I could sleep, just to get away from the constant, nagging doubt ... but sleeping is worse.
Sleeping is when the times I got it wrong come back to visit me. Sleep brings the nightmares and I don't think Owen or Martha need to be subjected to that.
[ooc: Yep the boy is enjoying his first curse day woohoo, feel free to point and laugh!]