quoting myself again
"Sometimes it just takes too much work to care about things. It almost always takes too much time. It would be much easier to be self centered, shallow, and apathetic. But I just couldn't live with a soul like that.

We have taken the red pill. I'm reminded of Morpheus - 'if you could go back, would you really want to?'"

In other news:
Getting to the playtest was a bit of an ordeal - I was running around like a chicken without a head after karate to try to get to the game on time, then I opened my car door, and the light didn't go on. I'm thinking, that's not good. Battery was dead. I called public safety, and it turns out that they don't give jumpstarts - but they have the jumper boxes that they loan out. So I had to run over, run back, jump it, return the box, then get moving. I was probably half an hour late, but didn't miss all that much - I came in before the end of the first combat.

Well I managed to go and muck up my sleep schedule pretty darn good now. I hit the sack about 4 last night, slept till ??? really late, really bad. Watched a bunch of TV shows that I downloaded last night. Wasted way too much time. I was going to do work while my laundry was in the machine, but wound up talking to Dan too much. Then the fire alarm went off. Bloody cold outside. Now laundry is done, going to need to fold it. Bloody hell - I hate folding laundry. I still am not done with all the TV shows.

I smell burnt popcorn. Grrrrrr. And I still have lots of work to do.