Yesterday was mostly spent deep in the throes of an adrenaline rush.
Why? I’m going to law school, do you think I’m an endocrinologist? I could hear my heart pounding within my ribcage for most of the afternoon. Despite this, my mood was pleasant, good even. I might be DMing for the Drexel Gaming Association soon, given that my application marked me as comically overqualified (knowledge of a wide variety of systems, good at improv, good at worldbuilding, engaged with the hobby since I was a little kid, etc.). But with the end of the semester, I have to see if I can fit it in.
Are you familiar with Netflix’s Orc Cop (dir. David Ayer, 2017)? It was a buddy cop movie where Will Smith (post-After Earth, pre-Slap Heard ‘Round The World™) teams up with a by-the-book rookie Orc in an alternate LA. It’s not a very good movie by any means, but its “urban fantasy sans masquerade” schtick is pretty much on point for a setting that Kerry and I used to play in back in Ancient Times™ when I lived in the grim darkness of the Coal Region. My old DM (Brandon) was a far better worldbuilder than the hacks who made Bright, and I quite enjoyed the alternate timeline of Gaia and its locales. I’m hesitant to copy the finer details of his worldbuilding, but perhaps I can pay tribute to the impeccable vibe he created with my own urban fantasy stuff.
Today, there was no Property because Prof. Kahan was injured. I hope she makes a swift recovery. I took this as an opportunity to sleep in (I got up at 8:30 instead of 7) and take my sweet time with my morning routine. I do need to take my suits to the cleaner, at least I need to take my most lawyerly suit (the navy blue one with the double-breasted waistcoat) to the cleaner, anyway. I’ve mostly just been idling in the library, headphones on, fit on (pale green sweater over a light blue dress shirt, khakis, patent leather loafers), slacking off. We’re now solidly in Spring proper, and the vibe has shifted accordingly. It’ll be May Day soon, and it’s strange. In another life, it would have marked a year and a half. She always liked the Spring; she even used May as an online handle for the longest time. But right now, in this life, it would mark four months of absence, a third of a year.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care; it still feels like a song silenced mid-note.
I’m going to some student org meetings before Crim with Prof. McGrain, so that’s how I’ll be spending the afternoon. I have my interview tomorrow morning, finally. I have that in the bag.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 