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Things are settling down and returning to relative normality in the wake of our break-in. We lock our doors very concientously now, as I'm sure you can all imagine. Josh's car has not been stolen, although Blue's car has not turned up, not even as a wreck somewhere. But we're moving on. I have a new bright yellow bag, courtesy of Clanbob's Cafe Press store.
The amount of gaming goodness currently in my life is staggering. Evil's Mage is vivid and enthralling beyond my wildest expectations. DCP is full of tasty multiplayer intrigue - our player base has reached the sort of critical mass where it is literally impossible to be directly involved in even half of the stuff going on. Its great. Then there's Evil's Exalted, off to a shaky start but going strong, and my own demented mishegoss. I think its going to well but I'm running it, so my perspective is at best skewed and its hard to actually say.
I have to get a lot of bureaucratic details of my life in order, the sooner the better. Petitioning to graduate is high on the list, as are regular visits to the career center, an appointment to get my yearbook photo taken, and a bit of bill-paying and money-collecting. And somewhere in there I absolutely have to figure out when the hell I'm seeing the Matrix: Revolutions this week. Maybe Thursday? I know, I know. I betray my geek fandom genes in not seeing it opening day, but I just couldn't get arrangements together in time. Its not the end of the world, much as it might feel like it.
Emotionally it has been a very odd couple of weeks. I've been up and down and everywhere in between. On balance its been good for me, but I'm deeply worried for Sam. She really doesn't have her head on straight about, well, life in general. Its arrogant of me to think I can teach her anything, and its idiotic of me to even begin to think of changing someone I'm in a relationship with. Nevertheless, she's heading for big pain and I feel hopeless to stop her. I hope she'll learn from it, but I wish she didn't have to.
That's life.
The amount of gaming goodness currently in my life is staggering. Evil's Mage is vivid and enthralling beyond my wildest expectations. DCP is full of tasty multiplayer intrigue - our player base has reached the sort of critical mass where it is literally impossible to be directly involved in even half of the stuff going on. Its great. Then there's Evil's Exalted, off to a shaky start but going strong, and my own demented mishegoss. I think its going to well but I'm running it, so my perspective is at best skewed and its hard to actually say.
I have to get a lot of bureaucratic details of my life in order, the sooner the better. Petitioning to graduate is high on the list, as are regular visits to the career center, an appointment to get my yearbook photo taken, and a bit of bill-paying and money-collecting. And somewhere in there I absolutely have to figure out when the hell I'm seeing the Matrix: Revolutions this week. Maybe Thursday? I know, I know. I betray my geek fandom genes in not seeing it opening day, but I just couldn't get arrangements together in time. Its not the end of the world, much as it might feel like it.
Emotionally it has been a very odd couple of weeks. I've been up and down and everywhere in between. On balance its been good for me, but I'm deeply worried for Sam. She really doesn't have her head on straight about, well, life in general. Its arrogant of me to think I can teach her anything, and its idiotic of me to even begin to think of changing someone I'm in a relationship with. Nevertheless, she's heading for big pain and I feel hopeless to stop her. I hope she'll learn from it, but I wish she didn't have to.
That's life.
