TGIF

For real. If I had any more days left in this week, I'd be calling in sick.

Gotta go plan a math lesson. I've been flying by the seat of my pants all week in every subject except language, so I'd better get my butt in gear and plan for next week, too.

Game tonight, for real - as in, characters are made and the plot will begin tonight. I can hardly wait. I seriously need to work out some frustration in a socially-acceptable fashion (such as killing monsters. . . oh, wait, this isn't D&D. Nuts.)

Come to think of it, my character is a shrink-type who is studying the effects of close-quarters living and space travel on the human psyche. She's not above egging them on to get something to write about, either. *evil grin* I won't get to kill anything, but I might get to encourage the characters to kill each other. :)

Gotta go. Have a good Friday, everyone.

How does she know. . .

That tonight, when there are half a dozen guests waiting for me downstairs, is a good night to require that I stay close while she falls asleep?

My character was just about to start doing something important, too.