14 (Lethargy)

What is it about being home that makes me so lazy? I don't really have the motivation to actually call anyone up and do something, I can barely bring myself to even talk to people online about getting around to anything. Not even D&D with the guys is happening nearly enough as I'd like - that is to say, it happened once, and was such a disaster (utterly unchallenging for CR ~8 greater than party level) that I think Jeremy is running out of ideas. Heaven forbid he actually come up with a plot that we'd have to do something with besides blast with meteor swarms. Not that I could do much better, I'm afraid.

Ok - I've decided. Something is happening tomorrow night, whether it's D&D, skating, or both.

That's right, skating tomorrow night at my house. Anyone interested? This is an open invitation to anyone on Deadjournal or Livejournal that can make it. Call me or email me or whatever for directions from wherever.

Time to make some calls, if mom's not on the phone. Sounds like she is though.

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What the hell?

"The line is busy. For only 95 cents, Qwest will keep trying and immediately call you back when the line is free. To keep trying, press 3..."

That's where I hung up.

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For lack of a better idea....

I suddenly had the crazy impulse to drive to Chicago for New Years. It could only be what, a fifteen hour drive?

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I'm failing.

The impulse to drive to chicago was directly shot down, and looking at various travel sites wasn't encouraging. Prices from $250 and up are not easily dealt with for me, and I'd have to work out transportation on each end. Gods, I wish I could drive - just pack the car on Monday, put in the keys, and go. Screw Colorado, screw anyone who might have wanted to come skating after all, I'm going back to my friends. Just me, a few books on tape, and the open road, and in less than a day I can be myself again.

I could see my beloved again.

No, it seems I'm stuck in this gods-forsaken place, with nothing but busy signals, friends in other states, asnwering machines, and my tears slowly soaking into my pant leg.

I feel a lot weaker right now than I have in a long time.

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Damn this delay!

Damn this lack of decicive action!

But on a lighter note, I'm feeling much better. A million thanks to all of you that have stayed up talking to me tonight, smoothing over my instabilities.

All I can do now is go to bed.

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