Rain is only nice...
Nov. 17th, 2003 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sailorhathor...when you don't have to be out in it, running errands. :P But I survived. The thing I hate about it the most is that it fogs up the windows in the car, and my dad is so impatient that he insists on trying to drive while the windows are still fogged, and he can't see a damn thing. Then, his memory isn't what it used to be but he's VERY stubborn, so when he can't find the right setting for the window defroster and I try to help he gets frustrated and yells because he KNOOOOWS the right setting. Yet, the windows are still fogged as hell. Just the other day I had it on the wrong setting, oh it was wroooong, yet when I put it on that setting today, the windows immediately began *defrosting,* hello. One of these days we're going to die in a firey auto crash with the windows all fogged up and they'll find my dad and I frozen in a death fight over the dashboard dials. My mouth will be frozen on the words, "No, Dad, it's THIS ONE." Knock on wood... en head.
I wrote so much last night and this morning that my elbow ached horribly afterward. (I still write longhand before I type; it's just my thang.) Damn you Veruca. Damn characters and their demanding, non-existent lives. I've got this one biker dude in an rpg (rpg stuff is always done on the computer, so instead of longhand aches I get mouse thumb, hee) named Edge who is slated to die soon, and the version of him who "talks" to me knows it, so he's been an insufferable little chatter box for months now. It's remarkable how some charas come alive once they know they're going to die. I thought oh, he's not very talkative, but his death would rip up his family in such wonderfully melodramatic ways, so let's go for it! I had no IDEA how active he'd be. He's the one who keeps taking my brain hostage. I'll probably still cry when he dies though. Not just for Edge, but because I write for one of his sisters and his parents. Anyway, babbling.
I'm going to send in my "ghost hunting" reports later tonight, muahahaha.
I wrote so much last night and this morning that my elbow ached horribly afterward. (I still write longhand before I type; it's just my thang.) Damn you Veruca. Damn characters and their demanding, non-existent lives. I've got this one biker dude in an rpg (rpg stuff is always done on the computer, so instead of longhand aches I get mouse thumb, hee) named Edge who is slated to die soon, and the version of him who "talks" to me knows it, so he's been an insufferable little chatter box for months now. It's remarkable how some charas come alive once they know they're going to die. I thought oh, he's not very talkative, but his death would rip up his family in such wonderfully melodramatic ways, so let's go for it! I had no IDEA how active he'd be. He's the one who keeps taking my brain hostage. I'll probably still cry when he dies though. Not just for Edge, but because I write for one of his sisters and his parents. Anyway, babbling.
I'm going to send in my "ghost hunting" reports later tonight, muahahaha.
