This is going to make gaming tonight interesting, if indeed I can get a few folks over to game. To be honest, I'm not pursuing it. If folks show they show. And, one of my idjit friends has been mulling over running a game sometime. Tonight might damned well be the night I tell him to give it a shot. I'll play my mute vampire. We did go and pick up some stuff that you can put over your tooth to make it feel better. I'm not sure. I suggested we pick up a bottle of whiskey and use that instead. But, since I don't really drink and I have to be in some sense of sobre tomorrow for Mother's Day, I really don't want to go to those extremes. I'd never hear the end of it. I've had two hangover in my life and both of them were nasty affairs, I don't want to feel one again.
Right now though, I'm kinda keeping my cheek pressed up to that side of my face and breathing through my nose as much as possible. Considering that the air is thick with pollen and I have alergies, this isn't as easily said as done, but eh, it could be worse.
I also have to make a phone call at 9:00. I won't say what it's about, because... well... it's something I'd rather not talk about. But it's not a bad thing. I'll just have to hide in the bathroom if everyone is over and try not to sound like I'm drooling when I talk. I think I will try that tooth covering stuff, but I'm not holding my breath that it's going to help.
So, in the meantime, I've got a friend over, who's lying on my bed, watching the TV in my office/bedroom, surrounded by two happy kitties. They're happy because they just ate some scrod, which the same friend they are surrounding brought over from her lunch. She's trying to take their affection away from me, I just know it. And she has two cats of her own. Evil woman won't be happy until my cats adore her.
There's a rumor from Debbie's building that her boyfriend and the father of Brendon has moved back home with his parents. I don't know if this is true or not. This rummor goes around whenever boyfriend disappears for a couple days, which he's prone to doing. But, Debbie hasn't been bothering me. She did try to come over and cry on my shoulder about getting her eviction notice, but I told her that I didn't care. "But I'll be living somewhere else and we'll never see each other!"
"And this is a bad thing... because?"
"Aw, admit it, you'll miss me."
"No, Debbie, I won't miss you. You moving would bring nothing but pleasure to my life. I will throw a huge party when you leave. I will invite everyone on the block and even buy beer for everyone. I will sing and dance for hours on end, I will party till the sun comes up, goes down, and comes up again, that's how glad I will be when you're gone from this neighborhood."
"Aw, you just say this stuff. Deep down you know you'll miss me."
At that point I remembered my dad's famous advice to me, and change the subject to, "You have to leave now." She hasn't been over since.
And that's life from my end of things. How's everyone else doing?
I'm pretty sure everyone who knows me, knows about my father's advice to me, but just in case, I'll tell you again. My father used to tell me, "You can argue with a donkey all you want and he's still only going to say, 'hee haw!'" It's solid advice and I try to live by it. Don't always succeed, but I do try.