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Apr. 12th, 2004 05:30 pmI just found a John Galt Drive in Berthoud, Colorado. That make me chuckle.
Yesterday was so busy. I got up, went straight to the gym with Brett and punished myself for all that drinking for a good 45 minutes on the cross trainer machine. We were so exhausted and famished afterward, and luckily the Jamba Juice in the next lot was open. My strawberry orange peach smoothie was amazing.
My visit to my mother's was brief and I forgot my laptop. At this point I was running almost an hour late anyhow. When I got back to the apartment, all I wanted to do was collapse. But we packed up our things and went to Brett's for the game.
It was a lot of fun. When I think about it I probably haven't played tabletop Vampire in damn near a decade. The story was tricky and frustrating in all the right ways, though I perhaps should have used my freebie points for more Auspex rather than the Celerity. But then, I've always used Celerity more than Auspex. The Storyteller was a friend of Brett's, an ex-military fellow who has a good sense of humor. It was also very nice to see him let an Assamite elder put the smack down on Jason's obnoxious character. Going toe to toe with one of those things is a very bad idea.
I had a hard time telling where Jason's character began and Jason stopped. Mostly, he was a jackass. Now jackass characters can be great, but they need to move the story along instead of holding it up or ticking the ST off. You can only play an obnoxious character if you're cool, I've decided.
Anyhow, due to various interruptions and whatnot, our one shot game lasted about 10 or 11 hours. It was only around midnight that I finally had any caffiene for the day. By then I had developed a horrendous headache. I'm sure drinking every night this weekend didn't really help.
Today we made it into work at noon, and I'll get to go home in a few hours. Tomorrow our regular morning schedule will start, and we'll need to make it in here before 8:30am at the very latest. What a scary thought. But it already feels better. I'll continue working in Colorado, and Jackie will be my new lead. She's nice, and has a collection of Happy Bunny stickers on her desk.
Neither my lead nor my supervisor on the night shift are here tonight. I'm not sure they even realize I'm leaving, and there will be no farewell, no card, none of the things I've seen done for other people. Really, I'm not so much bitter as tired. I'm going to take this as license to screw off for the rest of the night, as I've already made my numbers. I don't care what they think about me any longer.
I can so rarely afford not to care, but it is such a good feeling when I can get away with it.
Yesterday was so busy. I got up, went straight to the gym with Brett and punished myself for all that drinking for a good 45 minutes on the cross trainer machine. We were so exhausted and famished afterward, and luckily the Jamba Juice in the next lot was open. My strawberry orange peach smoothie was amazing.
My visit to my mother's was brief and I forgot my laptop. At this point I was running almost an hour late anyhow. When I got back to the apartment, all I wanted to do was collapse. But we packed up our things and went to Brett's for the game.
It was a lot of fun. When I think about it I probably haven't played tabletop Vampire in damn near a decade. The story was tricky and frustrating in all the right ways, though I perhaps should have used my freebie points for more Auspex rather than the Celerity. But then, I've always used Celerity more than Auspex. The Storyteller was a friend of Brett's, an ex-military fellow who has a good sense of humor. It was also very nice to see him let an Assamite elder put the smack down on Jason's obnoxious character. Going toe to toe with one of those things is a very bad idea.
I had a hard time telling where Jason's character began and Jason stopped. Mostly, he was a jackass. Now jackass characters can be great, but they need to move the story along instead of holding it up or ticking the ST off. You can only play an obnoxious character if you're cool, I've decided.
Anyhow, due to various interruptions and whatnot, our one shot game lasted about 10 or 11 hours. It was only around midnight that I finally had any caffiene for the day. By then I had developed a horrendous headache. I'm sure drinking every night this weekend didn't really help.
Today we made it into work at noon, and I'll get to go home in a few hours. Tomorrow our regular morning schedule will start, and we'll need to make it in here before 8:30am at the very latest. What a scary thought. But it already feels better. I'll continue working in Colorado, and Jackie will be my new lead. She's nice, and has a collection of Happy Bunny stickers on her desk.
Neither my lead nor my supervisor on the night shift are here tonight. I'm not sure they even realize I'm leaving, and there will be no farewell, no card, none of the things I've seen done for other people. Really, I'm not so much bitter as tired. I'm going to take this as license to screw off for the rest of the night, as I've already made my numbers. I don't care what they think about me any longer.
I can so rarely afford not to care, but it is such a good feeling when I can get away with it.