June 25th, 2002

smirking half-hawk

Such a day.. rum all out... rogues a-plotting

Well, in some ways, it's been an interesting day.

Work was pretty dull. I spent most of the day waiting for someone else to finish what he was doing. By 4 he still hadn't so I left.

Lunch was kabob, to celebrate K.'s engagement. While we were there, a relative of another coworker came by, and was introduced to all of us. At first, i was impressed that he switched to polite, clear english to speak with me, but then he went into the standard "oh hey, are you okay with this food, it's spicy!" Like, "hey, are you aware that you're white?" Yeah, and I can eat spicy food without dying. Is that really so shocking? I get that in indian places, pakistani places, chinese places, and generic asian noodle joints. Though I suppose I do look damned white.

Cry of the Unicorn seems to be shaping up nicely. I have basic character concepts from everyone except neeuqdrazil, so it's looking like I might be able to start the auction on thursday instead of next tuesday. I may wait anyhow, though, on account of the long weekend. Opinions?

In any case, I think I have all the players I'm going to get; if you got an invitation mail, you have until thursday morning to let me know if you want to join.

After work, I was feeling very run down, and low on energy, and my insides felt like I'd swallowed something angry, with sharp teeth. I wanted to skip the gym.

I went anyway, and had a great workout. I did absolutely everything on my list, did full sets with my weights (first time since the boston-montreal gap that I have), then showered and ran to catch the bus, and still had energy when I got home. It's a good feeling.

Not long after I got home, and Zil and I had started dinner, I had a surprise visit from my dad. He's out of work right now, but is getting ready to start a training class thing, and wanted to borrow some software so he can install linux this weekend. He's looking better than he did when he was working; he seemed happy, and he's lost a fair bit of weight. Hopefully, the training will get him back on his feet, and into a job he doesn't hate.

And while I was supposed to be finished it sunday, I'm finally starting work on my resume. I hate doing these things. But the alternative is pager-time for the rest of my life, so...

And yes, my friends, this means you all get to kick me in the ass the next time you see me.