I did another one of those emotional swoopy wavy things that I do.
Day started out mediocre-ly, slept through OS again, went to D&D. Was mostly fun, 'cept:
begin{rant}
Other player got disgruntled that I was doing too much 'wanking', where wanking consists of casting spells. Which is the only thing my character can do. I don't dreamjaunt or have extra mind fragments or chaos mantles or psychic links with uber-NPCs. I just cast spells. No one else, with the exception of the DM herself (
indrani_prime), seems to realize that my 'wanking' is my only viable/playable function.
end{rant}
Then I spent some time working on OS, made little progress, got very depressed. Stress and melancholy and hypertension of many weeks came to a head as it usually does: me muttering incoherently to myself in a corner of an empty room. Passed out on lounge couch for an hour, stumbled to cluster, turned in assignment half-done right at midnight deadline.
And then I started to feel better. I let my hair down, stopped thinking about the deadlines, and chilled with people. Lots of activity in the lounge, even in the wee mornin' hours on a Saturday. Feels good. Maybe I'm on an upswing, I'd like to at least pretend so for a few days.
So I'm on a good vibration, at least for now. And I've saved up enough sleep that sleeping tonight is highly optional.
Parting thought, from
rjmccall's mangled Golem Theory on whiteboard:
F : P(S) the "shiznit"
(where P the "pizass")
Day started out mediocre-ly, slept through OS again, went to D&D. Was mostly fun, 'cept:
begin{rant}
Other player got disgruntled that I was doing too much 'wanking', where wanking consists of casting spells. Which is the only thing my character can do. I don't dreamjaunt or have extra mind fragments or chaos mantles or psychic links with uber-NPCs. I just cast spells. No one else, with the exception of the DM herself (
end{rant}
Then I spent some time working on OS, made little progress, got very depressed. Stress and melancholy and hypertension of many weeks came to a head as it usually does: me muttering incoherently to myself in a corner of an empty room. Passed out on lounge couch for an hour, stumbled to cluster, turned in assignment half-done right at midnight deadline.
And then I started to feel better. I let my hair down, stopped thinking about the deadlines, and chilled with people. Lots of activity in the lounge, even in the wee mornin' hours on a Saturday. Feels good. Maybe I'm on an upswing, I'd like to at least pretend so for a few days.
So I'm on a good vibration, at least for now. And I've saved up enough sleep that sleeping tonight is highly optional.
Parting thought, from
F : P(S) the "shiznit"
(where P the "pizass")
*HUGS*
Date: 2003-03-01 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-05 08:50 am (UTC)