Shoo Fly

So it’s 3am.. I’ve been up since some hour this morning that I can’t remember for the life of me. And it’s all thanks to a goddamn fly.

I cannot sleep with the knowledge that the damn thing is flying around my room. That it could land on me and walk on my skin without me realizing it. It makes my skin crawl merely thinking of it.

So instead of sleeping.. I’m online.. waiting fo rthe spawn of satan to show itself so I can beat it to death with a rolled up packet of paper.

Luckily, a guy I met on a Pennsic site, Michael, is also online. He’s keeping me company. Very sweet (and cute.. but shhh.. don’t let him know I said that one) guy. I’m definitely looking forward to meeting him at Pennsic. He’s interested in starting a boffer group in his area, and as everyone knows (or should know), I sometimes can’t shut up when it comes to the boffer fighting.

He has absolutely no idea how elated I am that he’s interested in it… sometimes it feels like no one but the kids in it or who were once in it give a damn at all. I’m just going to hope he doesn’t get sick of me when I’m all bubbly and excited waiting for boffer to start the second week of Pennsic.

Actually… hanging out with him in general is a very encouraging prospect. I promised him a game of chess at Pennsic… I’ll lose, no doubt.. but at least I’ll finally get to play. No one here plays anymore…

I swear.. Pennsic is really the only thing I’m looking forward to at this point. I’d say the play was something as well.. but I’m getting so frustrated with how much of my life the play is sucking up. I’ll deal though.. acting is fun… yes… keep that in mind.

On that note.. isn’t it ironic that everyone thinks I’m the cast optimist? Here I am, cutting my arm open with a piece of metal I broke off the fan in my room… and they call me the optimist. If that doesn’t prove I can act, I don’t know what does.

Okay.. shutting up now.