The trip to Ohio was much needed and very well-timed. The game was top-notch, and the hooker jokes were unparalleled.

Could have done without the Ratkin, especially when describing the inside of one of B. B. Wolfe’s cages at Dr. Celestine’s Carnival of Souls. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen a Ratkin that hasn’t been played by a rules-lawyer type that wants to weasel out of actually role-playing. Yeah, bitter. Nobody fucks with the Carnival for me. Heh.

Mr. Weaver’s roller coaster was extremely well received.

Shelby Township is scraping at me, like fingernails on a chalk board. My car payment became due a week earlier than originally agreed, which would be fine if I had received my first paycheck yet. There are a few details that did not meet with the satisfaction of inspection. That’s no biggie, and it will only take me an hour or so to fix. Just another piece of straw on the camel’s back. After I sleep tonight, all of this won’t matter. I’ll be smiling on the way to my job again. My key to independence. That’s really what this job is to me, and why I can’t get over the opportunity it represents.

By the way, I slept an extremely restful sleep at and ‘s apartment. I had the most gentle awakening by their daughter when she was trying to figure out who I was. Apparently, “skippy” = “kippy” for a two year old. Excellent.

For those of you that I nit-picked about letters to, don’t worry about it. They will be well-appreciated when they come, but more so if they come when they’re due, and not before. And , I’m not forgetting you. ;)

Tomorrow is a step closer to me.