Dec 28, 2009 13:25
[dictated, tersely ... just a little on edge]
I knew it wouldn't last. This ... this seems much more like how after Christmas usually feels. Overdone. That sort of "Well, now what" feeling.
No point sitting here and stewing in it. I'm going to go do something.
[and with that, one Mr. Accountant is going to go for a walk... and discover the shooting range! hooray, firearms!]
Well.
I wasn't expecting to find something like this, here. But it's nice to know I won't fall out of practice.
[and with that, he gets the necessary equipment and proceeds to get in a few rounds with a .45. he's left the journal off by the sign-in desk, so that the gunshots aren't RIGHT THERE, and he's got the protective earphones on, so he won't hear or see anything right away, but he'll be checking the journal between rounds. feel free to ask him why HE'S shooting a gun, of all people, or wander into the range itself!]
the accountant