California Dreamin' Day 5, or March of the Geeks

Mostly over migraine. Head still hurts, but what the hell.

happypickle arrived. There was conversation and annoyed me. nightskywarlock arrived. There was glaring and annoyed me. There was overly expensive lunch, then bookstores. Much fun was had despite annoyance which may or may not have been misunderstanding on various people's parts.

I know this sounds confusing, but I can't be arsed with making sense on it because none of it does anyway.

The boys are currently in the ballroom joined at the laptop and geeking out abominably. Which means that I've spent the past two and a half hours bashing away on Mage notes in a desperate attempt to ignore the geekery and pretend not to be bothered by the fact that I'm being ignored. Eventually I bogged off to check my own mail/LJ/etc.

Got my Andy P-written Cliff Notes. Slightly more detail, but nowhere near enough. Seems like they're going to pull a Friday again. *sigh* I shouldn't want my holiday to be over already, but I'm getting to the point where I'm feeling kind of superfluous. I know it's just a boys and their toys thing at this point, but that's not the only problem. The other problem obliges me by my own goddamn pride to insist that nightskywarlock not come up to SF to see me again. I know it's a pain but I shouldn't be fucking well reminded of it. It's not polite. As it is, now I do know, and I feel obliged to insist that he stay home while I do whatever the hell it is I do on holiday.

Mage write-ups, people? Please? I'm getting a lot of work done on that and this could only help. It might keep me busy for the next few days.

California Dreamin' Day 6

Last night went badly. After a fairly nice dinner at that little Japanese place that's become home away from home for me, we went back to the hostel to chill. Unfortunately, there was some guy massacring "Nothing Else Matters" and then very loud jazz, so we retired to the patio. Things went pretty well until we indulged in a bit of horseplay tug-of-war thing and not only did I inadvertently hurt nightskywarlock, but we attracted the attention of the night staff. He got thrown out, happypickle and I were put on warning and the entire evening ended on a really bad note. I'm not sure if nightskywarlock is even speaking to me at the moment. Overall, I've had better days.

Missed happypickle this morning, too. He apparently left at eight and I didn't even wake up until quarter past nine. Hope he's feeling better. I'll be seeing him on Friday, hopefully under more relaxed circumstances.

Today, I have no plans, really. I'm at the cybercaff across from 'that Starbucks' at the moment, and my plan is to finish this, do a more thorough check of my LJ, and then crash at 'that Starbucks' and do some writing. Fine, it's fiction related to 7th Sea, but at least it's an actual prose story rather than GM notes. After that, probably back to the hostel and an early night. I really don't feel very well.

I want to go home.

Saved by the Belle

I was going to avoid talking about this, but this is my damn journal and if it's going to cause problems, well ... scroll on, MacDuff.

( Or just don't click on this cut. )

I had a good time, despite everything. I still want to go home, but there's hope for this holiday after all.