When in doubt, return to your roots.

Which, in my case, is...Dun dun DUN! Star Trek. There's a new ST LJ RPG (hah!) starting and I'm on the wagon. Why? Couple of reasons. One, I LOVE to RPG and I don't get enough of it with the Keep in the summer doldrums. Two, it's NOT with rabid fans who insist everything be perfectly canon and you can't do anything different because *whine*It's not in the shooooowwwwww!*/whine*, which they insist on only because they have NO LIFE outside of Trek and they're in their 30s. *shudder* Three, I get to be a Trill. *pats tummy* Spots, spots, spots, spots, spots, spots, spots. All the way down.

Whoot!

Yes, I'm grasping at anything to ward off the navy blues. My whinyness is for simple, silly things that I could fix if I wanted to. Well, maybe not the job thing. After six months I'm loathe to throw away a nearly sure deal. I need the stability of this job. No, it's not my preferred position. That's ok. I can deal with that.

I might be picking up on Wolf. He's been depressed often this week. I think we need some "us" time this weekend. No bills, no worries, something fun to do. Yes, that would be good.

Sadistic? Me?

Because I take great delight in informing customers when someone has left and I get to listen to them swear as I find out who has the file now? Because I take the same delight in informing customers someone is not here and all I can do is take a message or put them in a voicmail? Because I'll be damned if I let someone talk me out of playing Communications which has been shuffled under Ops? Because I know my ST, thank you very much? Because as far as I'm concerned, blood is not only useful, it is desirable in certain Rituals? Because I'm DMing an eville group? Because I'm enjoying fucking with my characters in the Keep? Because I like to play with daggers? Because I like the scent of blood?

Heeheeheeheeheeeheee. Bring it on, humans.

*bares teeth*