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Wednesday, September 2nd, 1998.... listening to: the rain It's 4:30 am. Too wired still to sleep. Warning: Vampire content. May make little to no sense. I'm not in the mood to explain, so ask me if you really want to know. Game was interesting tonight. It didn't take long for everyone to come back... Neil, Guy and Andy are taking Keeper of Elysium off my hands. Thank you boys. I am so glad to be without that little hassle. Stacy's character was really messed up tonight. I tried to deal with it the best I could. I am finding that the more responsibility my character gets, and the closer I am to where I used to want to be, the less time I have to take care of people I owe. And the less time I have to roleplay with people I like. Perhaps the lack of Keeper duties will give me more time. It was one of those nights like I remember when I first came into game, though. Tons to do, all hell breaking loose on several occasions, coordinating this, that and the other thing, Anarchs, arrests, arguements, melodrama... All the fun stuff Vampire is known for. Jody's character snapped a few times. He's the Prince, therefore, it's a bad scene. The guy in charge freaking does not help to inspire confidence in the city. Though I think he scared the hell out of a few people.;) Vampire content cleared. Return to regularly scheduled reading. Afterward, a bunch of us went out for coffee. We geeked, mainly, and discussed how insane we must sound, talking about killing people, or blood-and-sex orgies, or whatever. I feel like such a loser sometimes... But when you're in a group of people who just came out of a game, and knows each other almost solely from that game, it's bound to happen. At times, I wish it were easier to talk about other things. I wish game weren't so all encompassing. I wish, sometimes, that I taked to some of these people more often, and not on a post game high. Then, I realize I talk to alot of the people that I'd like to about other thing at different times as well, and the others... well, I really don't want to bother talking to them. I'm not making much sense. Oh well. While walking with Gary and Jody on the way home, I realized that a few of the things that have happened recently were making me think about how odd it'll be to have Tyler here for two weeks. He'll be here, in my space... Which feels a bit strange, considering. Actually, it'd be odd no matter what happens, but as we try to lead these separate, but connected lives... I feel like there's going to be problems, no matter what. Jesse seemed almost normal towards me tonight. Almost. The Organization that's not seems to have chilled out a little for now. People are calming down. Actual organization is in motion. Go fig. I'm thinking I want to grab a few dozen daisies, or even better, fortune cookies (oh yeah, bay-bee...) for the meeting Sunday. I want things to start out right. Bribery seems to help. A nice little prezzie type thing might go a long way in making people feel like talking as opposed to fighting. I have more hope that it won't be a fight anymore, however. It stopped raining. I don't stand in it as much as I used to. The last time I did was at a Changeling Game. I stood on the fire escape, letting myself slowly become soaked. I should have done that tonight. There's nothing that gives me a more renewed faith in nature than being battered by the elements. I want to stand on the roof and scream, "You can do better than that!" at the wind. I used to do that to waves, on the beach in Florida, when I was a kid. And it never failed; when I got too confident, the water knocked me over. I like the idea that the earth itself has a tendency to keep one in place. Night.