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Jan. 31st, 2002 02:01 amSo many things to say.
Filled much of my work day talking with the Sarcastic One about the state of our game, and recruiting me to run things next year. I was initially standoffish, but I remembered the fun I had weaving character backgrounds together, creating the frame of a story, and running scenes for people. I'm good at it, I'm just resistant to anchoring myself to it right now. I've had to give up many other hobbies and events for game this year, I would like to have those options, that freedom.... yet I am addicted to telling stories. Damn.
Went back to the gym today. VNV carried me through half an hour of running, then hit the weights. If I could just get a little more tone... things would be good. My general size and shape is good, hell it's great. I just need to chisel away a little bit. Or I could just not give a damn. Nah. Working out is my version of body modification. I'm not likely to get a tattoo or piercing, but I can still shape my body, change it. It just takes longer this way.
I finally made dal bat. The lentils were a little mushier than I'd like, but the flavor is good. Practice will make perfect.
Mobilejessie says I am a good dancer. Nothing like getting compliments on something I love to do. The usual posse was absent from ManRay tonight, instead there was a new posse, which was nice to see. The music carried me tonight, I thrashed and shimmied in it's arms, shaking and grinding and leaping about. I'd like to think the angeldustrial girls were checking me out, its certainly possible. They are pretty, but are they interesting? There certainly don't measure up to.... ahem.
There was also a very pleasant interlude.
And rather than wait until tomorrow morning to capture my feelings and imprison them here, I choose to do so now. One of thes nights I will join Vicissitude and others for post ManRay revels. But tonight, I gift my body with the rest it so richly deserves.
Six and one half hours. Don't worry me. You will get real sleep. Soon.
Honest!
Filled much of my work day talking with the Sarcastic One about the state of our game, and recruiting me to run things next year. I was initially standoffish, but I remembered the fun I had weaving character backgrounds together, creating the frame of a story, and running scenes for people. I'm good at it, I'm just resistant to anchoring myself to it right now. I've had to give up many other hobbies and events for game this year, I would like to have those options, that freedom.... yet I am addicted to telling stories. Damn.
Went back to the gym today. VNV carried me through half an hour of running, then hit the weights. If I could just get a little more tone... things would be good. My general size and shape is good, hell it's great. I just need to chisel away a little bit. Or I could just not give a damn. Nah. Working out is my version of body modification. I'm not likely to get a tattoo or piercing, but I can still shape my body, change it. It just takes longer this way.
I finally made dal bat. The lentils were a little mushier than I'd like, but the flavor is good. Practice will make perfect.
Mobilejessie says I am a good dancer. Nothing like getting compliments on something I love to do. The usual posse was absent from ManRay tonight, instead there was a new posse, which was nice to see. The music carried me tonight, I thrashed and shimmied in it's arms, shaking and grinding and leaping about. I'd like to think the angeldustrial girls were checking me out, its certainly possible. They are pretty, but are they interesting? There certainly don't measure up to.... ahem.
There was also a very pleasant interlude.
And rather than wait until tomorrow morning to capture my feelings and imprison them here, I choose to do so now. One of thes nights I will join Vicissitude and others for post ManRay revels. But tonight, I gift my body with the rest it so richly deserves.
Six and one half hours. Don't worry me. You will get real sleep. Soon.
Honest!
