It was a hard earned day of AC. But I filled about three holes I had, so it was certainly worth it. And now I need to get up and do some other stuff.
Two steps forward, one step back. Well, I knew I was going to have to cut and reframe this little scene between Neltiar and Marie about Philip. It just hurts when I get close to my goal and then edit and see it slip back again.
I need to exercise.
But first I need to clear the front room floor.
But first I need to finish writing…
I want cheese.
I wish I could make it rain. I’d sacrifice all my passion, ecstasy, orgasm to summon a huge beautiful violent storm. Something to blacken the sky and flood the streets. God I miss the rain.
I was at some sort of singles mixer. We were encouraged, within a couple hours time, to get to know as many people as we wanted, and go as far as sitting around and necking with them. No strings attached.
I spent a little time talking to a few guys, but ended up mostly with one guy: a blond guy that looked like a cross between Rocky Hardy and Christopher Titus. We ended up kissing a bit after awhile, and he said he wanted to go out with me away from the mixer. I woke up with that strange warm, loved feeling.
This was set against the backdrop of an odd reptile aquarium/resturant. I was there for some sort of class/dinner. Two ppl of note there. One was Candy Abelein, a friend of mine form grade school. I haven’t heard from her in years. Actually Kari Jaeger was there too. We hooked up like 10 years hadn’t passed in our friendship, but it was different with Candy. I didn’t know want to say to her because I knew her mom had died and for some reason I tought her dad had passed away too. And irl, I feel I wrote something wrong and that is why our friendship ended suddenly (we were pen pals by then). The other strange part of Candy being there was that she spent half the time transformed into a cat.
The other person was Mike Mason. He had graduated from college with his degree in architecture, but had decided to become a chef/magician. Unfortunately, he was a very bad chef/magician and he hadn’t made any money at it. I wanted to talk to him about why he had changed careers. We had been flirting all during the dinner, while Mike was taking detailed notes on the meal. Mike said he’d only talk to me if we could do it while taking a bath. For some reason I thought this was strangely sweet. So we went to find a bath tub, me in a robe, him walking around completely naked. There were two options for bath tubs, a big one and a small one. Mike wanted the small one, “more intimate”, but it was going to be used for disecting one of the six-legged alligators that had died in one of the tanks.
Need to do today:
Write, if I intend to keep the AC on. I spent last Wednesday sectioning Marie up, making some chapter break changes, checked to see where I have parts I need to finish, checked to see where weak points are that may need to be cut in the future.
Clean up this messy apartment. Last week I wasn’t feeling very well and things fell behind. We’ve been eating in more and I have a mound of dishes. Originally we were going to go thrifty on meals and go to the Depeche Mode concert in August, but all the cheaper floor tickets have been sold, so no-go.
The weekend just flew by. I DMed D&D on Friday. That campaign will be put on hold until the Return to Temple of Elemental Evil module comes out. I sure hope that it will be high enough level for Luk. We gamed extra-long on Saturday because the kids didn’t need to leave early. Then we watch the newest version of Hamlet. I’m not sure if I liked it. It was clever, how it was set, but the acting was a bit flat. Not as good as the modern set Romeo and Juliet. Sunday, we played frisbee, I made omelettes, we went shopping, and then I DMed Rifts/Nightbane. It was just a cram-packed weekend.
The table we like went on sale. Still debating whether to buy it or not. It would fit in the back room, but we would have to get rid of the extra bed. We were really hoping to have some bookshelves first, but good bookshelves are hard to find. Doesn’t anyone read any more?
Speaking of, I’m not sure I can finish American Psycho. I started it, when? Back near Christmas? The descriptions of some of the murders is just a little too much for me. I’m not a squeemish person, but…ug… It’s not a book I’d recomend to anyone.