high alert and leashed fury

i spent the late afternoon / evening reading more king rat, more shadowrun short-stories, chatting online, and napping for a short while. and i talked to my mom for ages (my phone properly died during the conversation) about all sorts of things, which was really nice. turns out tgtbt is going to harvard this year ^_^

then i went off to the lizard.

due to the fact that we have many arsim in our area, and coupling that with my memories of that "fight" from january, the walk there got me totally hyped up and ready for action. fortunately (as usual) nothing happened, but my mind was in that special place reserved for breaking bones in a rush of adrenaline.

i spent an hour or so talking a lot with the mongoose and the bartenders, and that was most enjoyable. productive, even. a guy i know rocked up, and we talked about all sorts of crud. every conversation did me some good. could be to do with my general lack of social interaction this weekend.

at some point i was reminded of why i owe my mom so much for my studies. there were months where the divorce made her life really, really hard - and still i was taking money for studies and food and so on. one can argue that that's a mother's job, but the bottom line is that she really suffered for me to be educated, and i will be forever beholden to her for that (ignoring everything else, of course :P).

the owner of the lizard invited me to partake in the pizza he'd ordered. i'd had a bit to drink, i was feeling a mite peckish, so i enjoyed some. i'm so paying for it now - i hope i can sleep. whenever i eat pizza at night i get this horrible, icky feeling around the area of my solar plexus. thank you, lactose intolerance!

anyway, i spent an hour talking to the bouncer - he's really into martial arts, and he taught me all sorts of things. at the same time it's nice to be thinking about fighting, but it sucks because i'm not realistically going to be able to train for another 10 months. maybe once i've moved into my new apartment, and i've saved some money, i'll get myself a serious punching bag and dress it up to get some playtime in.

long walk home, now it's shave, shower, and bedtime. then back to the routine - and i'm actually looking forward to it!