High
I haven’t logged in for quite awhile. And I’ve realized I can’t stop talking about our rpb… and I must admit not a moment passes that I don’t think about it. But I guess I have to move on… the game is going on well, aside for one fact that a player hasn’t posted for intro yet. (Joke! I know how workaholic you are. I’m supposed to know right?). Akh! Have to limit net time now. I’ve only got less than 7 hours left. And I have a game to moderate!
Must. Discipline. Self.
All this talk about workaholic-ness makes me wonder why I am one. Or it just the obsessive-compulsive (OC) in me that makes me keep on working until I get it right? Or I’m just simply a masochist? What do you think? But all this mentally running around, talking to people to clear things up, telling me what they can tell me about their character, keeping up with their posts, getting them back to the storyline when something unpredictable happens and getting them to understand what you’re saying… It makes me high for some reason.
It’s probably the adrenalin. But who’s to say?
Especially now that am stuck at home, a bum for awhile since my mom got bit by the SARS paranoia and didn’t let me go through my summer schooling. O.o What else am I supposed to do?
And this whole blog/journal debate keeps me thinking whether I should overhaul Self-Similarity back to what it was supposed to be, a blog– or keep it as an online journal. Hmmm… But is it a crime if this is the only place where you can keep talking about yourself and noone can stop you? And it releases you for some reason? I guess not…
Yawn. Will have to get back to sleep and catch up on some snooze. Will get back to the rpb when time allows it within the day. (Which now has a message board, by the way, where anyone, not just the current players, can join)
