7/8/07
Woke up at 6:30 a.m. on Saturday morning. What the fuck? Fed Spot, checked online and went back to bed where I slept for another four hours.

The remainder of Saturday was relatively run of the mill. Around three I went downtown, made some photocopies in preparation for the most recent installment of Asbury Park by Night.

I like to be prompt. Fortunately the only emotion I felt was anxiety rather than annoyance or anything stronger which is a good thing. A mature thing. maribou mentioned how she could tell how my mom was trying to be on her best behavior even though there was an edge down there. I told maribou how I was egging my mother on after she admonished me for simply playing around with raddidge and maribou. Plus it made me reflect upon those who have influenced my life and continue to, consciously or unconsciously, influence my life.

Soon we headed to the Ancient Mariner. It's a bar in Manitou Springs which was one of the hang outs frequented when elmgrows ran his Colorado Springs campaign last year. Dinner ate up most of the night but everyone seemed happy which pleased me. Later Jaybird got treats for all over at Patsy's near the arcade. Finally we all took turns at the punching bag contest.

The game reconvened at 10 p.m. over at the Birdhouse. Everyone was tired from alcohol, martial arts and having worked a job that day. Yours truly is naturally lazy. I was a prick, I wore my conductor's cap and railroaded the story to build up to a cliffhanger of what may have been the final chapter in Asbury Park by Night. At the moment it's Schroedinger's Game. No one will know if the players are still alive until the next session or someone opens the box.

Everyone slouched towards home. Jaybird and I spoke briefly on the porch, duelling with our theories on what may happen on 7/14/07. Finally I drove to 7-11, got a microwaved rib sandwich, came home, had some quality time with Spot, wrote my contribution to Colorado Springs Gaming over at LiveJournal.

Most of my negative attributes, being critical to a fault and insecure, come from following my mother's example. Taking into account the power I allowed her to have over me as a small child to a young adult created quite an impression upon me. Since I've been in Colorado I have hoped that I have overcome that and allowed myself to be myself rather than a parody of either of my parents. I try and I try to find any of the virtues of my mother and father but I can't see them. Only I can see them and no one else can do that for me. So I get depressed.