Beginning Tomorrow Yesterday Past People Me

Tuesday, September 1st, 1998.... I feel sorta gross. Coffee, when I first wake up, is beginning to have that effect on me. Not good. Perhaps I've gotten too used to the three back-to-back glasses of Coke that I had when it was too stuffy in here to drink anything warm. Sunday night, I went to Whiskey Saigon, a large club downtown that tends to be filled with jock-types. Ray and Liz invited me out for 80's night. Thanks to a website I found, we got in on the guest list, and for free. They also brought Etienne, who bought me a couple of drinks, and James. We had planned to dance, but the boys went up onto the patio, and in want of a cigarette, Liz and I followed. We ended up staying there for most of the night. It's so nice to go out with people who don't talk about game constantly. It's so nice to meet people, and discuss old and new situations. It's great to hang out with Ray. I missed him alot when he was away in Montreal, and though I keep having trouble remembering that he and Liz are actually married, as opposed to just living together, it's good to see him so...happy, I guess. It was a good night. Etienne and I walked down Queen, talking, a bit oddly, as we looked for a bank machine. He wanted to take a cab, and as we live not too far from one another, he said he'd take me with him. I got up the next day at 3 pm. I was totalled yesterday, and did little but stress about rent getting paid. Laine neglected to tell us she was 120 dollars in the hole to the rental company. She has no money to pay rent, currently. I don't, because I'm waiting on my damn cheque, which seems to have been stolen. Just what I need. So, there is currently the concern that we may get booted from the apartment. Sigh. I doubt we will, but there is that concern. Laine is way too laid back about this whole thing. I've got alot of work to do before D-day (Friday) when I have to deal with a hundred people coming into town to play Vampire and Changeling... And fight. The Organization with no Organization is having a mass meeting on Sunday, sleep dep included. I have ideas. Everyone does. Hopefully, we'll get somewhere. Likely, we'll just yell. I hope there's some kind of plan on how to organize the meeting. Otherwise, I will hit someone. I'm like that at times. Must go. Meeting for Changeling, then Toronto LARP. I know I'm doing to be silly tonight. I know I'm going to grin like an idiot. Thinking about those eyes will do that.