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It's pretty goddamned amazing what you can manage to not get done when the AC is broke and you have a copy of Neverwinter Nights to play. Fucking oppresive heat managed to sap all my will to get anything productive going on except get my little Rogue/Fighter up to 5/4 and push my Fighter/Cleric up to 2/2. By the way, don't play that goddamned game without two levels of Fighter or some beefy players on your side. I tried to start a fucking Sorcerer and that shit did not end well. As is the usual case with RPG video games, it's impossible to get around on your own with a weak spellcaster when you can only fight your way out of situations.
Did manage to get some writing handled on the way to/from my mom's house because JED'S CAR HAS AC. I think I should just call up the office and demand they pay the repairman as part of some sort of "Writer Maintainance" fee. I'm sure they exist. Somewhere. I'm pretty sure I'm borrowing my mind from a cat, since all I want to do when I'm hot is lay down and go to sleep.
I've managed to cool off some since my initial shock at seeing people dead on my damned livejournal. The world, however, remains a fucked up place. "Can't Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me" syndrome is kicking into full gear, and I think I'm averaging about 3 to 4 hours of sleep clocked every night. It may or may not have something to do with the reflex I've manage to accquire that pulls me out of sleep once I start realizing I'm drifting off into dreamland. I'd mention that pisses me off, but that's redundant. Two people I didn't know before yesterday mentioned they took a gander at my journal and I can only imagine (laughing the whole way) what sort of impression my constantly pissed off entries provide. Chris seems to have hit the nail on the head when he gave my two most noteworthy traits as my anger and my head. I suppose I should be worried about that, but I've given it some thought. I think I'm alot better off venting in here constantly than letting the shit build up anyway.
I am so fucking rambling at this point. Bedtime. I think tomorrow I'm going to break down and join one (or five ... thousand) of those "12 CDs for a penny!" clubs to recover my goddamned CD collection.
And now, your moment of IRC zen -
[23:19] (Sezaru) I got slapped by a Lion Clan breast.
[23:21] (Sezaru) I hope no one misinterprets that.
[23:21] (Sezaru) I'd hate for a rumor to get out that I was knocked senseless by Dan Tibble's man-teats.
Anjin-san out.
Did manage to get some writing handled on the way to/from my mom's house because JED'S CAR HAS AC. I think I should just call up the office and demand they pay the repairman as part of some sort of "Writer Maintainance" fee. I'm sure they exist. Somewhere. I'm pretty sure I'm borrowing my mind from a cat, since all I want to do when I'm hot is lay down and go to sleep.
I've managed to cool off some since my initial shock at seeing people dead on my damned livejournal. The world, however, remains a fucked up place. "Can't Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me" syndrome is kicking into full gear, and I think I'm averaging about 3 to 4 hours of sleep clocked every night. It may or may not have something to do with the reflex I've manage to accquire that pulls me out of sleep once I start realizing I'm drifting off into dreamland. I'd mention that pisses me off, but that's redundant. Two people I didn't know before yesterday mentioned they took a gander at my journal and I can only imagine (laughing the whole way) what sort of impression my constantly pissed off entries provide. Chris seems to have hit the nail on the head when he gave my two most noteworthy traits as my anger and my head. I suppose I should be worried about that, but I've given it some thought. I think I'm alot better off venting in here constantly than letting the shit build up anyway.
I am so fucking rambling at this point. Bedtime. I think tomorrow I'm going to break down and join one (or five ... thousand) of those "12 CDs for a penny!" clubs to recover my goddamned CD collection.
And now, your moment of IRC zen -
[23:19] (Sezaru) I got slapped by a Lion Clan breast.
[23:21] (Sezaru) I hope no one misinterprets that.
[23:21] (Sezaru) I'd hate for a rumor to get out that I was knocked senseless by Dan Tibble's man-teats.
Anjin-san out.