Heck of a night tonight.

One of the best roleplaying scenese I've had in a heck of a while (credit: lanthanum) was quickly shot down by the fact that apparently I've been attacking a fellow RPer for playing his character. Never mind that it was all IC; never mind I thought it was all in good humor; never mind valkonan is, admittedly, an ass, but that's all entirely IC. Pick up your toys and go home, and never mind who (crystalhealer) suffers because of it, hmm?

Sidenotes: rachaelwynter, if you keep blaming yourself I will send tigerphoenix over there to bludgeon you. And lanthanum, be okay? tigerphoenix and I will think good thoughts in your direction, at least until she gets on tomorrow to play.

Now my other scene is interrupted by the Punt of DOOM (current time: one hour, forty-five minutes -- I don't think she's coming back!) thus leaving me in limbo. Argh.

So here I sit, lonely, at least for a little while longer, bored, and tired. My arm is hurting because I've been mousing too much. I need a proper mousepad. I need a proper phone. I need a lot of things.

Say, jameel, you're only the second male on my friends list -- and the only one I didn't find totally at random. I wonder what this says about me as a person.

Answer: I like girls.

Well, can't argue with that logic, huh?

Hello, cracking back. Hello, various muscle spasms. I really, really need to write a journal entry for valkonan after tonight.

I want DSL. I want to hook up my scanner again. I want to draw again. I should draw the Metis installation of the Complete Guide to Garou. Hey, jameel, write something for a newsletter and send it to cyfis, so we can have a newsletter again. I'm in the mood to whore for prestige. Been stuck at MC 5 for too long.

Okay, that kinda got off-track there.

Heck with it. I want to see Dark City, again -- because I love the quote. "Shut it down. SHUT IT DOWN."