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2004-07-14
Well.. I said that I would update my about my weekend before going over to Charles' tonight. Well, I lied.
I'm not going to Charles' tonight. :)
It didn't occur to me, and I doubt it did to him last night, but she's gonna be home tonight until around 830p or so. Therefore, he's gonna get some snuggle time in. I can understand. In fact, when I realized that she was gonna be home, I told him I wouldn't have come over anyway. I hope they're happy tonight. :) Anyway, about my weekend...
Last Saturday I went by their house, as I expected. Charles was more or less coherent, and we sat around and talked. However, keeping up with Charles had drained Melissa horribly, and I was getting an uncomfortable vibe off of her. I should have realized what was going on, but I was getting into my own mood too. (This leads somewhere, you'll see.)
I had decided that I was going to go home, and get some dinner, since I was tired and hungry. (Melissa had fixed herself some dinner and ate it, without ever looking over at me.) Charles convinced me to take him to Home Depot, so that he could pick up some kind of sealant for the exterior work a co-worker of his had done on the house to get their new AC unit installed. Cool. Melissa wanted to go, which didn't really bother me (though I kinda wanted some distance from her for a bit. Not that I was mad at her, but I wouldn't have been unhappy if she'd stayed behind.). We got there, and proceeded to walk around the place, looking at the various yard tools, bird baths, tub & tile stuff, shelving, doors, and more. I literally lost track of time, and I suddenly was aware that not only was it nearly 9pm, but that I had to be up for work in 6 hours.
This led me into panic mode, and I got shorter than I should have. (It's how I get sometimes. I feel I'm running behind, and I get bent out of shape stressing about how late I am. if I calmed down, I'd be fine. God, I'm stupid.) Melissa, being the loving person she was, got offended that I was suddenly all "gotta go, gotta go", and reacted to defend her husband. No, we didn't fight, but the mood got tense.
When we got back to their house, she barely took the time to say goodbye to me, and it was mostly an afterthought. (I learned later that she didn't want to keep me any longer, and said goodbye so abruptly so that I could leave.)
Anyway, I got home, and got some sleep. Not enough, though. Not NEARLY enough.
Work was okay on Sunday, and I was looking forward to my game when I got home. I ate, cleaned up some, and got my things together for the game. I got over there, and we had fun hanging out, waiting on everyone. When the last person showed up, I let them deal with their "downtime". Well, at one point in the afternoon, Brad had made a comment that since he'd quit smoking, that anyone who did smoke (all 2 of them) would have to wait outside an HOUR after smoking before they could come inside. We kinda laughed about it, and moved on.
Until later, when Scott came in from a final cigarette before the game started properly. Brad got all huffy - whether he was joking or not, I couldn't tell - and said that Scott had to go back outside for an hour. This seriously pissed me off, since I was just about to begin. I told Scott to sit outside, but to level his character while he did, thinking that Scott getting a level would be a reality check for Brad. Nope. I went outside to keep from losing my temper. Rodney came out, and the three of us talked for a bit. I went inside, and realized that I was too angry about it to run the game. Factor that my "newspapers" from Sharn, which looked damn nice and were full of adventure hooks, got a chorus of "this is nice" and "where are the comics?", and I decided that it would be safest if I left. Brad agreed to take Aron home, so he wouldn't be stuck coming home with me, and I left.
I came home, laid down, and slept for 8.5 hours. I woke around 230am, and was up till 6am. Basically, that's how my Monday went. From 6pm Sunday evening until 6am Tuesday morning, I slept 21 of 36 hours. And damn, did I need it. I haven't felt that good in a while. :)
So, here I am. Tomorrow, I am paying off my car. I'm going to toss around ideas for the game, and see what I can come up with, since I'm not going to let the lukewarm response to the prop I made get me down. Later, folks...
I'm not going to Charles' tonight. :)
It didn't occur to me, and I doubt it did to him last night, but she's gonna be home tonight until around 830p or so. Therefore, he's gonna get some snuggle time in. I can understand. In fact, when I realized that she was gonna be home, I told him I wouldn't have come over anyway. I hope they're happy tonight. :) Anyway, about my weekend...
Last Saturday I went by their house, as I expected. Charles was more or less coherent, and we sat around and talked. However, keeping up with Charles had drained Melissa horribly, and I was getting an uncomfortable vibe off of her. I should have realized what was going on, but I was getting into my own mood too. (This leads somewhere, you'll see.)
I had decided that I was going to go home, and get some dinner, since I was tired and hungry. (Melissa had fixed herself some dinner and ate it, without ever looking over at me.) Charles convinced me to take him to Home Depot, so that he could pick up some kind of sealant for the exterior work a co-worker of his had done on the house to get their new AC unit installed. Cool. Melissa wanted to go, which didn't really bother me (though I kinda wanted some distance from her for a bit. Not that I was mad at her, but I wouldn't have been unhappy if she'd stayed behind.). We got there, and proceeded to walk around the place, looking at the various yard tools, bird baths, tub & tile stuff, shelving, doors, and more. I literally lost track of time, and I suddenly was aware that not only was it nearly 9pm, but that I had to be up for work in 6 hours.
This led me into panic mode, and I got shorter than I should have. (It's how I get sometimes. I feel I'm running behind, and I get bent out of shape stressing about how late I am. if I calmed down, I'd be fine. God, I'm stupid.) Melissa, being the loving person she was, got offended that I was suddenly all "gotta go, gotta go", and reacted to defend her husband. No, we didn't fight, but the mood got tense.
When we got back to their house, she barely took the time to say goodbye to me, and it was mostly an afterthought. (I learned later that she didn't want to keep me any longer, and said goodbye so abruptly so that I could leave.)
Anyway, I got home, and got some sleep. Not enough, though. Not NEARLY enough.
Work was okay on Sunday, and I was looking forward to my game when I got home. I ate, cleaned up some, and got my things together for the game. I got over there, and we had fun hanging out, waiting on everyone. When the last person showed up, I let them deal with their "downtime". Well, at one point in the afternoon, Brad had made a comment that since he'd quit smoking, that anyone who did smoke (all 2 of them) would have to wait outside an HOUR after smoking before they could come inside. We kinda laughed about it, and moved on.
Until later, when Scott came in from a final cigarette before the game started properly. Brad got all huffy - whether he was joking or not, I couldn't tell - and said that Scott had to go back outside for an hour. This seriously pissed me off, since I was just about to begin. I told Scott to sit outside, but to level his character while he did, thinking that Scott getting a level would be a reality check for Brad. Nope. I went outside to keep from losing my temper. Rodney came out, and the three of us talked for a bit. I went inside, and realized that I was too angry about it to run the game. Factor that my "newspapers" from Sharn, which looked damn nice and were full of adventure hooks, got a chorus of "this is nice" and "where are the comics?", and I decided that it would be safest if I left. Brad agreed to take Aron home, so he wouldn't be stuck coming home with me, and I left.
I came home, laid down, and slept for 8.5 hours. I woke around 230am, and was up till 6am. Basically, that's how my Monday went. From 6pm Sunday evening until 6am Tuesday morning, I slept 21 of 36 hours. And damn, did I need it. I haven't felt that good in a while. :)
So, here I am. Tomorrow, I am paying off my car. I'm going to toss around ideas for the game, and see what I can come up with, since I'm not going to let the lukewarm response to the prop I made get me down. Later, folks...
