past midnight

I am filled with restless, directionless energy.

Alan mentioned an idea last night, of running a World of Darkness game that dealt with all the politicking and such online, with the group meeting once or twice a month to handle combat and other matters. It seems like a good idea. The difficulty is finding a decent group of WoD players in the area.

Damn it I've been carrying my RSVP to Warhol's wedding around in my purse forever and I keep forgetting to mail it. I realized today it is the same day as Melynda's birthday, and about two hours away. Crap. Well. I wonder if I can convince someone we just need to have one really big party round the end of the semester, like we used to do.

I am pointedly not thinking about my own birthday.

Work continues to make me angry, for so many minor and petty reasons. The fancy system to enter our time on is broken. Our creepiest coworker, the tweaked out ex-marine, made me furious last night with his asinine statement that people who got high never got into car accidents and it was so safe to drive around fucked up. What a freaking moron. Plenty of stoners have gotten into car accidents over the years, and driving around smashed out of your skull on any substance is one of those Really Bad Ideas. I made it clear I thought he was a complete moron and refused to speak with him again.

While I realize I shouldn't be mean to creepy coworker, because his life is bitter and lonely, I can't abide the man. He is disturbing, on so many levels. I flat out refuse to let Alan buy a gun from his sideline flea market business. It would probably turn out to be the gun he used to kill his girlfriend. His ex-girlfriend I should say, because she threw his ass out over the fact that he was keeping eighteen cats in the house. Eighteen is a bit excessive unless you live on a farm, or are very wealthy. While the man probably needs a friend, I don't want to be that friend. Too much drama and weirdness to let into our lives, for sure.

days go by

I think April Fool's is irritating for the most part, but there has been a rash of absolutely hilarious stuff. LJ Drama's joke was paticularily brilliant.

My only New Year's resolution was to try and write in my journal every day. Looking at the past three months, I haven't missed a day. Granted some days have more content than others, but there has only been a time or two where I've struggled to meet the once a day mandate. It pleases me, anyhow.

So sleepy. I think I'll go pet the cat's belly and head to bed. Petting a cat belly is dangerous, especially when the cat is a Sith Lord like ours.

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Ahh nothing like an April Fool's joke to show Brad has a sense of humor and LJ is populated with hordes of morons. Bwahahah.

Dreams were painfully vivid last night, and clearly I've been reading too much White Wolf stuff before bed. The most amusing part was he young werewolves hunting down the vampire prince in his Lexus at my favorite restaraunt. Dork dork dork.

It's a beautiful day and I don't want to go to work.