long day
Horrendously long day today. I've been up for a disgustingly long time and I'm kind of tired but also... not. Who knows.
Decently good day, though. I got Steven the most ridiculously awful AWESOME housewarming gift ever. I made $100 eating lunch when my market research session was over-full. I had a nice lunch.
The marketing thing was cool. I was supposed to get $100 for talking about my allergies for an hour and a half. Apparently they had more people show up than they had samples, so they sent me home with a crisp new $100 bill and a free lunch. It was pretty awesome. It also gave me some time to come home and take a shower before I left for Manhattan, which was another pro.
I was supposed to have lunch/dinner with Seb, but what actually ended up happening was that I followed him around Manhattan while he ran errands and we grabbed a quick bite at a deli. Heh. It was kind of hilarious.
At the bank, while he signs EIGHT HUNDRED MILLION CHECKS
Seb: Why are you hovering over my shoulder?
Kait: ...because there's no where else to lean?
Seb: No, not reading over my shoulder, just... you're there and you're judging me.
Kait: Well I'm sorry if I can't remember the last time I could blissfully put off depositing paychecks for six months*.
* This is a very slight exaggeration.
He did give me a hand with the story I'm writing for anotheratlantis, and it's going to be awesome. He showed me around the Gershwin, which was pretty cool and is definitely going to help the story. Also, I discovered that apparently puppies are his weakness. Seriously, every time we passed someone he knew with a dog (a surprisingly frequent occurrence in the two hours we spent together), we had to stop so he could baby-talk it.
I know the weirdest people, guys.
Anyway, I was going to go see Scott play downtown afterwards, but I got a killer, killer headache and decided to come home instead. I made it to the bus with minutes to spare and still managed to secure myself a seat. I'm awesome. And finally home. And exhausted.
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All day, when I was trying to get my head into the anotheratlantis writing space, I couldn't seem to shake Mirek. It's been a few weeks--the writing honeymoon should be over, but I'm just utterly fascinated by him still. There are dozens of stories I want to write, but most of them would spoil his back story and even the ones that wouldn't are... I dunno, self-indulgent? Although I really think that all of the stories about my RP and original characters are self-indulgent in that I write them with no audience but myself in mind.
It's just very strange. I can't remember the last time I've been this antsy to get a character's story down. I'm... I dunno, sometimes I think I write in a really fucked up way--no one I know writes quite the same way that I do, mostly because I think I'm screwed up in the head, but I love being taken over by characters. It doesn't happen often enough (remember like, a year ago when I used to curse Alan off in all captial letters because he would not do what I wanted him to do?) and it makes me kind of giddy, but this is getting insane. There are other things I want to write too, you know. Not everything can be about Mirek at the moment. I have ficathon stories due!
Ahahaha, it doesn't help that I'm unemployed and home all day and everyone else on the game has school or work. I constantly, constantly want to play, but everyone else has, you know, actual lives, so I spend most of the day mindlessly refreshing. ::shifty eyes:: This is why I NEED TO BE EMPLOYED. I will stop going crazy that way XD
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Okay, I'm going to read some fic now, I think.
Decently good day, though. I got Steven the most ridiculously awful AWESOME housewarming gift ever. I made $100 eating lunch when my market research session was over-full. I had a nice lunch.
The marketing thing was cool. I was supposed to get $100 for talking about my allergies for an hour and a half. Apparently they had more people show up than they had samples, so they sent me home with a crisp new $100 bill and a free lunch. It was pretty awesome. It also gave me some time to come home and take a shower before I left for Manhattan, which was another pro.
I was supposed to have lunch/dinner with Seb, but what actually ended up happening was that I followed him around Manhattan while he ran errands and we grabbed a quick bite at a deli. Heh. It was kind of hilarious.
At the bank, while he signs EIGHT HUNDRED MILLION CHECKS
Seb: Why are you hovering over my shoulder?
Kait: ...because there's no where else to lean?
Seb: No, not reading over my shoulder, just... you're there and you're judging me.
Kait: Well I'm sorry if I can't remember the last time I could blissfully put off depositing paychecks for six months*.
* This is a very slight exaggeration.
He did give me a hand with the story I'm writing for anotheratlantis, and it's going to be awesome. He showed me around the Gershwin, which was pretty cool and is definitely going to help the story. Also, I discovered that apparently puppies are his weakness. Seriously, every time we passed someone he knew with a dog (a surprisingly frequent occurrence in the two hours we spent together), we had to stop so he could baby-talk it.
I know the weirdest people, guys.
Anyway, I was going to go see Scott play downtown afterwards, but I got a killer, killer headache and decided to come home instead. I made it to the bus with minutes to spare and still managed to secure myself a seat. I'm awesome. And finally home. And exhausted.
***
All day, when I was trying to get my head into the anotheratlantis writing space, I couldn't seem to shake Mirek. It's been a few weeks--the writing honeymoon should be over, but I'm just utterly fascinated by him still. There are dozens of stories I want to write, but most of them would spoil his back story and even the ones that wouldn't are... I dunno, self-indulgent? Although I really think that all of the stories about my RP and original characters are self-indulgent in that I write them with no audience but myself in mind.
It's just very strange. I can't remember the last time I've been this antsy to get a character's story down. I'm... I dunno, sometimes I think I write in a really fucked up way--no one I know writes quite the same way that I do, mostly because I think I'm screwed up in the head, but I love being taken over by characters. It doesn't happen often enough (remember like, a year ago when I used to curse Alan off in all captial letters because he would not do what I wanted him to do?) and it makes me kind of giddy, but this is getting insane. There are other things I want to write too, you know. Not everything can be about Mirek at the moment. I have ficathon stories due!
Ahahaha, it doesn't help that I'm unemployed and home all day and everyone else on the game has school or work. I constantly, constantly want to play, but everyone else has, you know, actual lives, so I spend most of the day mindlessly refreshing. ::shifty eyes:: This is why I NEED TO BE EMPLOYED. I will stop going crazy that way XD
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Okay, I'm going to read some fic now, I think.