Life Is Not Purgatory

Oath of Stars
So I came up for two days this week following the Rotary Christmas Party mostly to participate in Eric's playtest of the adaptation of Riddle of Steel into a Space Opera/Arthurian Romance combo - it's been a lot of fun and I am really looking forward to see how it develops.

It looks like I'll be resuming fulltime management duties back at the hotel in the near future but there is 'something' afoot that neither of my bosses can discuss so I have no idea what direction it's going to go. Although we have discussed what any such change will mean to my so-called social life and I'm fairly certain I will be able to juggle my schedule to get either Tue-Wed or Wed-Thu as regular days off given I have a tendency to work 12+ hours a day working in the office that I should be able to find a suitable equilibrium between my social life vs. my boss' sanity.

I'm still in town this evening, but I haven't decided if I am going to BP's tonight, to James/La's for gaming, or whether I'm going to drive home. I do know I'm going to swing by the gaming store and see if they opened on Dec 1st like I heard they were going to.

Now, to reflect upon my last post - we all have our failings, we all have our weaknesses, and we all struggle to overcome our shortcomings, and improve ourselves. We all make mistakes. And some mistakes happen even with the best intentions to the contrary... but all the confirmation in the world can't help if someone lies, or not even a strong a word as 'lie'... how about 'fib'. How does it feel to wake up one day and realize that they were or were perceived to be the 'other man' or the 'other woman'? Shitty, let me tell you - but I've learned something in this entire debacle the thing is I can't decide which lesson I want to learn... and I'm not certain if I ever will.