Justified

It's Friday. I don't want to be here. I'm tired. I'm cranky. I have letters to type. I considered calling in underslept, but didn't for one very simple strange stupid reason: I left my book bag here last night, my dice are in it and we might be gaming Sunday. And of course there's that whole 'work ethic' thing.

Then home and technically speaking, more work. I'm currently trying to total-recall my way through the contents of the fridge. I don't want to have to go shopping but it's either that or subsist on what lurks in the fridge because cholten99 is going to Leicester for the weekend and leaving me to my own devices. However, I suddenly realise that I don't want to think about what's in the fridge, either -- I'm going to have to clean that out when I get home. After that, I'm thinking I'll probably manage okay if I don't shop; a little low on the veggies, perhaps, but two days' worth of sauteed prawns and couscous sounds kind of romantic if you think about it. Very Morroccan.

Which just goes to show you can justify any amount of laziness, if you're smart, and actually make it sound like a valid life choice. Go, me!

Live Journal

I don't get how this stuff happens.

A little while ago, I was going through my friends list and someone had posted to the 7thsea community. They were going on about their campaign, which was nice; sounds very interesting. However, while reading through, I happened to trip over an in-game secret which touches on, now that I think of it, both of my characters (Aidan more than Alison, I must admit; which is good because frankly, Alison's had enough). So I know this thing now. Which is vaguely annoying but let's face it, I knew the Alesio thing before it happened so I know I can suck it up. However, I thought that might be a good time to request that people put stuff like that under a cut because some people are on different points in the game than others, citing the Aidan thing.

To which fiora_bernoulli replies (and I quote with the spelling intact), "oh Bugger". This comment was signed off, "Thessalian's GM"

I do occasionally forget that other people that I actually see in person on a regular basis are on livejournal. I probably shouldn't, really, but I do. It's easy to remember that nadriel is on LJ because, hell, that's how I met him -- drive-by friending. Simson and Andy P, however, got their character journals after I did, so it's hard to remember. And I'm not used to people I talk to in person reading this stuff. Mostly I look at this journal as a way to have a rant and to let everyone I know overseas in on what's going on in my life without having to type it into God only knows how many IM windows.

So when I tell people about my week in game and get, "I know; saw your journal"... it's a little weird.

Panic Stations

I'm home. I'm fed. I'm in front of my computer.

Oh God I don't want to do this anymore! I'm tired of writing what is rapidly turning into the bastard offspring of Pirates of the Caribbean, Bridget Jones' Diary and Dead Like Me on an awful lot of crack! I'm tired of not having the slightest fucking clue where the plot is going, what my characters are going to do next and how I'm going to fix the damage when they invariably do something absolutely stupid! It's like herding cats! Stoned cats! I try to think of plot and the stupid fucking characters stampede over it and...

...

Actually, maybe this means I'm doing something right. I am writing about RPGs, after all.

Decisions, Decisions

23,021 / 50,000 (46.0%)

I now have two choices:

a) be sensible, take a break, check my mail, read for a bit maybe and get some sleep.

b) be stupid, stay sitting here and try to get 25,000 words before I sleep.

There are many advantages to a), and many justifications, mostly the one that says I'm well ahead of the game now. And I'm tired.

So why do I want to do b)?

Oh yeah. Fucking loony. Right.