  bonjourno. I've now become (again) one o the nerdlinger masses, as Sunday is now D&D day. We're talking hours of dice throwing, role playing, and general nerdage, and although I had reservations about starting up again, I'm now on that bad boy. I used to play when I was ten, with my uncle (who I knew, even then, was socially challenged) and his other, like-minded geek friends. We played every single day, that entire summer. The reason I sort of have bad connotations with the nerdage was, during that time, I was exposed in a slightly opague way that gaming was for the compulsive - the people that did it, as far as I could tell were into drugs, and alcohol, and although it was the highlight of my day to play, it still felt as though I was spending a lot of my time doing something fairly unhealthy.
Played briefly in University, second year, but I backed out relatively quickly - it still felt unhealthy. (Even though these particular nerds were none prone to obsessive behaviour, much. ) But now, after this inital gaming session, I feel into it, and that it's not any different than any other game I like playing, and the people I play with don't have DTs, or the munchies, or other not-so-endearing-compusions/obsessions, and none are all that soically inept.
(Out of all of them, I may be the most socially inept with my pure hatred of crowds, and, well, people in general. ) It's also one, maybe two days a week; hardly the all-encompassing nerdage of days gone by. Survey question: would any be interested in reading of the nerdy exploits in story form? (I reckon it would take the form of a short story with commentary in parentheses) If so, should I have a weekly installment here, or on another blog? Answer quick, people, so I can condense the first two sessions into one, given the interest is there. I really thought one of the benefits of having the phone disconnected for a week would be that irritating people that are impatient to get our money would give up the whole calling us bit.
It appears, however, that some are not as stupid as others. Ben Moss is still on our tail, although, for the time being, Royal Bank has given up on my deliquent ass. I am going to pay my student loan, kids, really. I had a service, I will pay. However, due to the fuckups and sheer assholery of the situation, and the people and Marcuses involved, I'm not going to, nor am I going to try, until the more immediate things are taken care of, on a regular basis. This means paying our rent on time, and putting money on bills regularily. When that happens, then I will happily pay bits of my student loan. And, most likely, it will be in increments so small, I'll still be paying it off when the grandkids are earning their PHds. Nonetheless, it will get done. There is, of course, the thought that creditors will begin their calling on RB's behalf again, in which case, I feel legal action must be taken. It is, because of a clerical error I had to start paying them as early as I did. (And they ate my credit, so now I couldn't get a store line of credit in a dollar store.
They didn't fix this problem, and I still paid, allbeit sporadically. I still have BAAAAAADDD credit. ) And, it is because of another error that Kurt and I are behind in our rent, the fuckers took 1500 dollars of Kurt's student loan. (Which is illegal, but I digress. ) It is, I think, primarily because of this that we are still behind on our rent, because, hey, that's where the frigging money was supposed to go.
At this point, though, we're only one month behind. We're ok finances wise, not on top, but at least climbing to the surface. Kurt's marks are wonderful, we can assume the University will give us a hand. After all, they looked at his marks, and lent us the laptop for the summer, free of charge. We had our first friday and saturday nights off in a while. Unsurprisingly, there isn't much difference having the weekend, as opposed to weekdays off.
Still, it was nice. We missed the two most sweaty busy days, so, no complaints. On tonight, with the abscence of Mama - she's got a date with Papa. I'm working with Muppet. I leant her my autobio of Leonard Nimoy "I am Spock". I hope she found it as funny as I did. Anyone else surprised it's July? Freaks me out, I keep on thinking we're due for another snowstorm.
Oooh, yeah: I tried being a fun fearless female a la cosmo yesterday. I covered our balcony all up with blankets, more so than I usually do, slid a biiiiig board over the top of the stairs so it was completely enclosed and Lucas could keep watch and, for the first time, I sunbathed naked. Of course, I was freakishly paranoid, and managed to stay naked for all of thirty minutes, but hey, I did it. And, I may just do it again. For longer, even. Maybe. Hmm. Might not. More consideration has to be undertaken. I mean, I knooooooow I can't be seen, and I know Lucas woud give me warning as soon as someone even entered the driveway, and if not I'd hear them on the first stair up, but still; I'm freaking naked. Naked sunbathing Should not be taken lightly Burnt boobs hurt a lot. Exposed on the porch Obsessing over my fat ass Feeling very much nude. Nudity is like Picking one's nose a whole lot Comfortable, but, well... 
