Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

My status for the last day or so, and this title are from a gomez song.

Uuuuuh... where to start.

I've been playing Diablo 3. There have been hiccups, fuckups, and blowups, but ultimately, I'm ... kinda steamrolling this game.

Its more intuitive/handholdy, and not as challenging as the predecessors, though the difficulty did ramp up a bit between chapter 1 and chapter 2.
The story is nonsensical (when you "expel evil forever" you... apparently only expel evil for a couple decades), but its an all around good, fun, frenzied dungeon game.

I'll probably only play through with 2 characters to max level (out of 5 playable jobs), and then I'll park and sit on my hands waiting for an expac/additional content.

Still waiting on my white paint so I can work on my fade gundam.
Activity has pretty much halted on my robot forum.

Work has been stupid lately. No big surprise.
And my legal paperwork is in the mail, notorized, and pending.

I guess I have to wake up 2 hours early tomorrow, and sit around waiting to go in and unload a semi full of cardboard.
*unenthusiastic finger twirl*
This wouldn't be an issue if I could
A.) Sleep.
B.) Wakeup
C.) Get ready in a frenzy
D.) not have an upset stomach ALL day on days where my routine is upset.

... don't fuck with my routine.

It makes me violently ill and anxious.

uuuh
oh
and I accidentally asked out a hot girl...

I dunno if accidentally is the right word.


So
I'm at work
there's a cafe in the same building, right next to where I work
and my "supervisor" (like the quotes there?)
orders lunch there pretty much every day and occasionally the girls working next door deliver.

So I'm piddling about at my job
and the pretty barista comes in drops off my supervisor's lunch and starts talking to me (as midwesterners are often known to do)
and she asks me
"Do you ever eat?"

... I don't eat out during work weeks. It bothers my stomach, throws me out of whack.

Its become a running gag where she asks, and we kinda bat around topics, and chitchat.

I says "no"

She says "why not?"

I says (rather than rattling off my neurotic/biological sensitivities) "its a long story, we're both at work right now and can't really talk, why don't we discuss it over dinner some time"

She kinda blushed.
And smiled.

"oh gosh! Well, I would, but I'm living with someone"- and she started backpeddling closer to her work
that's always a great indication of things to come...

At this exact moment I prayed she wouldn't say I was a really nice guy

-"and you're really nice, but you're right, I gotta go back to work- have a good day!"

"you too"


*droops*
*sighs*
*goes back to work*

"Wow that was REALLY smooth!" says my supervisor

"What me getting shot down?" I say with a forlorne smile on my face.

"No- you asked her out, I should've told you she had a serious boyfriend, but I thought you knew- and you even fit in a joke there- 'I never eat, let's discuss it over dinner'"

"yeah... that was kinda my intention".
And I smirked

my patented, visibly clever, secretly lonely, smirk.