Complexities of a mood

This is going to be terribly, terribly disjointed and mood-swingy. This is all the warning you get.

I spent some time working on what turned out to essentially be the last scenario of Kohan: Ahriman's Gift, on the Ahriman's Gift campaign cycle. I finally beat the damned thing. I'm wondering if this feeling of accomplishment, dubious though it may be in its application to the real world, may help me break the depression. We'll see how I feel after sleep.

I think I've been weirdly not-hit-on on alt.poly. Partly due to a photograph. Talk about your psychologically bizarre sensations. Mongo short a clue on how to deal with this. Mongo ignore. (Bah. He X-no-archives. No gooja.)

I perplexed teinedreugan with my book order that arrived. A bunch of Biblical analysis and religious stuff having to do with sexual issues, especially homosexuality as it interacts with Christianity. I find myself abstrusely pleased with this.

Speaking of twenty-five cent words beginning with A, oneironaut cheered me up earlier by commenting that I was the only person gtst could recall who used "agape" in casual conversation. (The Greek-derived 'agape', not the one out of Old Norse.) I need to decide if I want to write about the anger-management stuff that came out of here.

My lover makes poetries out of pain. I would we could spare each other our pains and heal each other's wounds rather than what we have been doing to each other, but even in the expressions of pain I can see the man I fell in love with nearly three years ago so clearly and so tenderly. It's a strange, strange feeling, to feel that overlaying the currently raw parts of my psyche with a soft blanket of almost protective affection.

And, for maximum whiplash emotional effect, no matter where I contemplate going, it's full of high-speed cats.

Okay, folks, there's your data-set. Integrate! (See why I said 'indescribable'?)

Yay productive.

teinedreugan and I went for a drive downtown so I could take notes for stuff that needs to be in the third edition of the book. Actually, it really needed to be in the first edition, but I didn't do it, and nobody else did either, but I have the data now, and I need to write it up and send it to the wombat project for a going-overI've compared it with the stuff in the second edition and sent the difference to the mailing list.

Then we went to the mall and had dinner (at California Pizza Kitchen: spicy dumplings, then I had some leek & potato soup, and we split a white pizza with garlic, onions, and chicken), and I successfully hunted and killed boots. Nice black boots with laces and buckles that won't leak or get snow in over the tops.

Tosci's only had cinnamon ice cream of the flavors of theirs I really like, but I got some of that, and I have it herenow while I ponder my hastily scribbled notes. Yum.