cool town, evening in the city

I feel good talking to Callie on the phone. it's just coziness squared. nothing much to compare that to. could even be that I actually once again have underestimated myself...

I have no idea why, but I suddenly wanted to play Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. scouring oldgames sites now for it.

Cassii's off to GenCon. hope she's having a great time. wish we could speak someday.

met Sab out at So What shortly after Farmen and Lisa had departed. she appeared to be in a great mood. she's off to Denmark soon. should be good for concentration and artistic creativity.

BadCop has some second thoughts concerning recent events, but has as far as I understand decided to stay on his current path. he fears he might be tempted to go astray, though.

I don't know what I ought to do... I seem to be more concerned about keeping people around me happy. the personality test at TheSpark claims I'm a Healer. I daresay that's how most people know me, too. and I do feel content, or rather satisfied with it. not the worst personality to walk on this world, eh? :-)

constantly consuming...

I was tired and ready to hit the sack when I had written my previous entry. as I told Cal, I was already half asleep. but did I? nooo, I fooled myself once more. same old.

playing Indy kept me up 'till the small hours. I showered and got ready to go to work at 07 when I collapsed on my couch. again. so despite all good intentions the clock had once again turned 10 before I had staggered to work.

going to write Sab now during lunch, as I promised last night. she seemed so filled with la good ol' joie de vivre, it felt infectious. just remembering her smile invigorates me. I'm gonna miss her when she leaves.

oops, she already wrote me three minutes ago. well, I'd better concentrate on replying, then.

...you think it's safer there?

it sure has its ups and downs, this lil' life of mine. spent hours struggling with technical and managing difficulties, plus acted as advisor in certain affairs of misunderstood love on top of that. stress comes in goddamn bursts, let me tell ya.

got to bring me down some more, my pulse still isn't quite reduced to the level where it should be. let's see... what to do tonight... ooo. I have no plans! wonderful!

hmm... what to do, what to do... perhaps I'm actually going to stay home tonight. reading. practicing guitar. writing a little. open that bottle of white wine we didn't have any use for after all during my Gotham nachspiel. advance a couple of lessons further in the Latin course. laying the phone off the hook and de-wiring my laptop.

mmm... yep, sounds like a plan. coolness. :-)