School Days Revisited

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At last! The garage is organised! ... Sort of. ;) We can get one vehicle in at least. A few more boxes to unpack (and put where??) and a floor to get down to keep things about melting level, a set of shelves, and the walls to finish. See? Almost done!

The second garage is ready for electrical if we can ever get the structural inspector out here. (They sure keep some tight-a$$'d rules about properties out here. Now why can't they keep peoples' dogs' in their yards?? ) The place is really looking up and homey! The previous owner's friend came by to pick up the mail and was just floored - we'd done more in two months than the previous owners had done in 7 years (which we thought was nothing, judging by the state of things) I don't think burning the hide-a-bed counts.

Things are getting extra sensitive with the D&D folk. I was accused of "slagging" on my last entry. 'Slag' ... that's melted/scrap metal ... no, wait! Slag is a Dinobot! The T-Rex, right? What a stupid word. I don't even see how what I said could be termed in the way the accuser is thinking. I said I still had an issue with somebody that I thought I had put behind me. And that somebody had accidentally hurt my feelings, but I knew he didn't mean it. How the dickens is that "slagging"? I can't even tease somebody who uses "I'm getting old" as an excuse for something. Touchy kids. I feel like I've been sucked back into the black hole of high school ... drama everywhere. And nobody tells you there's a problem until they explode over it. Shocked the crap out of me. Why do people let stuff like that fester? You're hurting yourself more than the person you are mad at ... and it always spreads to the others around you, which either leads to people feeding off each other's negativity or making the others just plain uncomfortable.

Yeah, I know I'm as susceptable to high emotions as the next person, but usually only when it catches me by surprise. I caught myself though. No juvenile mud slinging from my end. (The name calling, the threats, the hypocritical You-think-you're-so-great-but-I'm-better-than-you speeches.)

Deliver me.

Anyway, on to other things ... I don't know whether to laugh, to cry or to miss Lynne. She handles the drama better than I do.

Yule shopping is all done. I might get a few more stuffers, but I'm going to try to fight the urge. ;) I never think I have enough and I always end up with LOTS! LOL! I just can't afford it! No more big spending until after December! Otherwise, I'll have to go back to work! (faint scream in the distance) Thank the Goddess, I get an allowance. Heh.

I'm making great headway in my PC D&D game. Too great. I'm going places faster than I'm leveling! LOL! Makes for some interesting scenes! I love these Urghosh locks - orcish locks of great cunning, said to be laced with the vile poison beaten out of a carrion crawler's brain. Few can remove these locks, save expert orc thieves. HAH! To heck with the lock, just blast the box! The lock can go hang!

I just hope I find my great swords soon ... I usually have two by now ... *sigh* I'll also need the Mountain Fist to put the Spring Guardian to rest ... ugh! Golums! and Constructs! Oy!

I think I've found all my disks now and I'll be able to pull up my adventure story that I started to write for Wayne. It's a pity I don't have the stats for the characters that she played with ... I'll have to fudge those when a memory or a reference pops up, I guess. Anyway, I'll be working on that and publishing it online.

Nessa!! I've missed you!

LOL!

Yeah, okay, I'm sleep-drunk. Time for bed ...

Sweet Dreams!