Frustration is...

...never getting to see your dreams through to the end.

This exciting episode: it seems that a team of gargoyles were about to invade the dojo. "Invade" may be too strong a word--it was more like a point group who were coming in for a rumble, and if they won, all the gargoyles could invade. Something like that.

Anyways, in between classes, Enrique was rounding up people to face them, and naturally I volunteered; Eric was also going to be on the team but was having sex with someone in the locker room (!?) at the time so was going to show up last minute; there were a few others I either didn't know or don't recall. Also, Steve was trying to hang a shower curtain in the shower that was for some reason in the room we were going to fight in (which wasn't the main dojo hall, it was more like a lounge area) and was having problems getting it so it'd stay up. I recall thinking, "well, can always maneuver a gargoyle towards it so when you throw him he gets entangled in it..." Towards the end, i.e. the time at which the enemy was to be showing up, we were all getting ready but I couldn't find my sports bra, so I had to use my backup one, which was being a damn nuisance, and I was finally just about ready and was getting worked up for the fight (phys sfx: adrenaline was probably starting to pump in my sleeping body) when I woke up.

Bah.

I wanted to see how good I'd be against a gargoyle.

Grump grump grump

I've finished (or just about; I need to nail some people down on their Psych Lims) all the characters for the people who will be around for tomorrow's tutorial. Unfortunately, all the 5th Ed. character sheets I can find suck varying degrees of ass, and my Big Ole Notebook with the old-style sheets is, I think, at the office for some stupid reason.

I could scan some more in, as I should have the templates (if they're not in the Big Ole Notebook too!), but the scanner is hooked up to Steve's machine and he is busily engaged in getting his ass kicked in multiplayer Call of Duty. I never cease to be amazed at his capacity for continuing activities that seems to irk the living shit out of him. But anyways, I don't want to increase his cranky by asking him to bug off so I can scan stuff.