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This is where I go insane
Dec. 9th, 2003 09:52 amI don't think there's such a thing as a trouble-free dinner with my mother. I think I'll leave out all the general whingeness about jobs and money and whether or not she's going to sponsor me in jobs in medical insurance; I've had my moan about that elsewhere.
Anyway, it wasn't all bad, never mind that at the end of it I felt like an underachieving freak. Rather than having a complete freak-out about my hair, she actually rather liked the colour. Now, you know you're thinking too much like a RPG fanatic when instant justification springs to mind in tight situations. My justification for the hair and likely keeping it red was "Well, if I'm going to keep my hair long, it'd be nice to make it look more impressive." I basically let her believe I thought my hair too mousy and not only is she cool with it, but she's paying to have it professionally coloured when we're in Montreal. Go, me.
Speaking of RPG. Got home to a nearly indecipherable voicemail from Mad-as-a-fish. I got his name, something about today and the word "e-mail". Rang![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cholten99 to see if he knew what was going on and he apparently didn't; not from our esteemed GM directly, anyway. (Which sucks because I did ask the bloody GM to ring my beloved boyfriend if plan changes happened after 5:30 or so in order for me to have someone to check in with.) What he did know was that Toos rang and asked for a lift to Kat and Mark's, and that we're apparently playing 7th Sea tonight instead of Star Trek. Gah. This basically leaves me with the rest of the day to write up Aidan's journal from last week. Also do the day's work, figure out what I'm going to do about dinner, ring my beloved boyfriend in order to get collected from Golders Green station, and hope like hell that I can actually get home and to bed at a decent hour tonight.
Life is what happens to you when you're making other plans, I've heard it said. In that vein, RPG is what happens to you when you're having other clusterfucks.
Thess
Anyway, it wasn't all bad, never mind that at the end of it I felt like an underachieving freak. Rather than having a complete freak-out about my hair, she actually rather liked the colour. Now, you know you're thinking too much like a RPG fanatic when instant justification springs to mind in tight situations. My justification for the hair and likely keeping it red was "Well, if I'm going to keep my hair long, it'd be nice to make it look more impressive." I basically let her believe I thought my hair too mousy and not only is she cool with it, but she's paying to have it professionally coloured when we're in Montreal. Go, me.
Speaking of RPG. Got home to a nearly indecipherable voicemail from Mad-as-a-fish. I got his name, something about today and the word "e-mail". Rang
cholten99 to see if he knew what was going on and he apparently didn't; not from our esteemed GM directly, anyway. (Which sucks because I did ask the bloody GM to ring my beloved boyfriend if plan changes happened after 5:30 or so in order for me to have someone to check in with.) What he did know was that Toos rang and asked for a lift to Kat and Mark's, and that we're apparently playing 7th Sea tonight instead of Star Trek. Gah. This basically leaves me with the rest of the day to write up Aidan's journal from last week. Also do the day's work, figure out what I'm going to do about dinner, ring my beloved boyfriend in order to get collected from Golders Green station, and hope like hell that I can actually get home and to bed at a decent hour tonight.Life is what happens to you when you're making other plans, I've heard it said. In that vein, RPG is what happens to you when you're having other clusterfucks.
Thess
