Ennui...

So my consistent RP partner gives me one last epic jam session before she leaves for a camping trip, and it's b-e-a-utiful, but from now until five...five? Five. Five days from now, I don't really know what to expect as far as the RP scene goes. Because everyone's so capricious, you know? Including me.

So I walk to the CVS next to my neighborhood with my dad to get some hairspray and Big Blue, and we're walking the dog, and he stays outside with the dog while I go in and get the shit. As I'm checking out the cash lady asks me if I want to donate a bottle of sunscreen to the troops for a dollar fifty. I guess it's kind of a good thing for all the people on the other end of this donation that I went in, because I'm the one that actually donates to these things. And I guess there is a lot of corporate bureaucracy in these things, but hey, a dollar fifty is pocket change where I live, and someone somewhere who needs it is benefiting from this, so I really don't care who else benefits along the way. Plus, the girl I loved forever until I got fixated over another girl and then met my boyfriend, well, she married a soldier, so...wait. I forgot where I was going with this sentence.

So...

So I get home, right? And somebody's interested in a dystopian RP, so we put together this nice steampunk thing, and I come up with a character, and I actually really like her. Significantly more than I like most of my characters on the first day. I may start writing little shorts about her, so if y'all see me mentioning Gloria Daymourn, that's her.