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Dark clouds threaten to unleash Poseidon himself as I rush across the field, cloak clenched tightly in my right hand, basket full of fruit in my left. Slippers seep into the already softened soil from the previous night’s downpour, and if I don’t hurry, I’ll get caught in today’s.

I pick up the pace as a thunderclap echoes across the miles from behind me, sending a shiver up my spine.

It is unwise to be caught outdoors when the gods fight, and lately they’ve been having an all-out war, with humanity in the center. Crops are failing, animals are dying and humans are struggling to keep themselves hidden in their rickety domiciles.

Mine is just up the hill, another quarter of a mile to go.

I feel the first drop of moisture as I reach the crescent of the hill, my relief quick in my lungs as I exhale. The small shack that is my home is nestled at the bottom of a cliff, protecting it from harsh winds off the coast, and wild animals from the forest a few miles west.

I immediately pick up the pace at the sight of my home, shoes kicking up mud in the process, basket bumping against my thighs.

Yet as I get closer, the dim light in the only window of the building pauses me. As I live alone, the sight worries me.

I glance every which way before deeming no one is watching and wonder if perhaps I simply left a candle lit in my rush to gather fruit between tempests of rain.

Licking my suddenly parched lips, I grip the basket more firmly, ready to use it as a weapon if the need arises and approach the window tentatively.

Peering inside to the three-room home, I do not see anything or anyone out of place. Chewing on my lip I gently push in my door and croak out, “Hello?” My voice catching on the dryness of the air.

Silence greets me and with it, a lessening of tension in my shoulders.

I move quietly toward the tiny kitchen, dropping the basket on the counter. As I am removing the berries I spent all morning picking, I keep my ears tuned into the sounds of my home, now very familiar with each one.

By the time the basket is empty, I’ve convinced myself I neglected to blow out the candle, and ignore the niggling feeling that it is at the same height as when I left.

I carefully prune and wash the berries, placing a handful on a plate and moving toward the small table in the corner to enjoy my lunch and dinner.

The loud boom in the sky, followed by a light so bright it illuminates my entire home, startles me. Within moments, the rain is pitter-pattering on the roof, and just as quickly, it becomes torrential. The sound lulls me into a state of exhaustion as the hike to where the berries reside is over five miles each way. That, and last night’s battle kept me awake for most of the night, letting me doze off for only a mere hour or so.

A rumble shakes the small home, causing glassware to tinkle, and forcing me to grip my table. An explosion is fast on the heels, rocking the foundation and sending the other chair toppling over. Another bright light flashes in through the window, blinding me for a whole minute before it is gone.

“Quick,” a voice whispers harshly from my right, startling a yelp past my lips. “You must leave your home.”

I jolt upright so quickly, causing the chair to fall back and land with a barely audible thunk.

“Who… what …are you?” I stutter. The creature before me is clearly not human.

“We do not have time. The cliff above is crumbling and soon your home will be buried beneath it,” the non-human pleads. Pitch black eyes are wide with what appears to be fear, but the clawed hands keep me frozen in place, a blueberry still in my hand.

“Hurry,” it says with more urgency, taking a step toward me as if to pull me from my home itself.

I curl back, fear lodging a scream in my throat. I eye the only weapon I have near me, the plate on which my fruit rests. I wonder if it will render this being motionless.

It must read my decision because in seconds it is beside me, claw hands resting gently on my shoulders. “I will not harm you. I am here to save you. Please,” it begs now.

Another explosion knocks me into this being, my face planting into the scales that is its chest, and I curl back in horror. A scent of day old fish assaults me and I find my face scrunching up in displeasure.

“I am not leaving my home with… with… whatever you are until you tell me what is going on!” I demand, shocked my voice is steady when all I feel is panic and fear.

The beast visibly sighs and that is when I notice the gills in its neck, expanding and then closing. A shudder grips me and I take another involuntary step back.

“I am here on the behest of the god Poseidon. I am to save you, but I will fail if we do not leave NOW!” The being yells.

My heart dives into my stomach. The last thing any human ever wants is to catch the eye of a god. While some might think it a glorious thing, it only ends in misery and often death.

“I think I would rather die with my home,” I mutter.

The beast’s eyes flash red and its skin goes luminescent before returning to a very pale white. “I do not have time for insolence,” it says before his claws are gripping my waist and flinging me over its scaly shoulders as if I weigh nothing and dragging me out the door, just seconds before a boulder the size of a moon lands atop my home, completely decimating it before my eyes.

The being is carrying me away too quickly and soon the only home I have ever known is both literally and figuratively gone. Moisture pools in my eyes, but I refuse to cry. Instead I allow anger to control my next actions. I begin to beat on the beasts back, my hands hitting solid scale and probably hurting me more than it.

“Put me down you disgusting piece of filth!” I scream, which gets devoured by the battle raging above us in the skies.

Reds and oranges flicker in the sky between the pitch black clouds, giving the world below small glimpses of frightening power. Lightning strikes in our path, but my kidnapper easily evades it and picks up his pace to a mind-numbing speed. My body convulses with the erratic pitching, ribs knocking harshly against the scaly flesh beneath me.

“We are almost there,” the being yells over the violence and my body recoils at the thought of where there is.

Before I can royally freak out, I am tossed unceremoniously onto my feet, stumbling at the sudden motion and almost losing my berries in the process. My hands grip my ribs and I groan before I even realize the other odd thing. The complete and utter silence.

I finally take in my surroundings. We are down on the shore, hundreds of miles from my home. No wonder I feel like upchucking a week’s worth of food, which in all honesty isn’t that much.

Still.

There are more like the thing that brought me here. They all stand at attention along the shore, three long rows of perhaps fifty in each. I stare wide-eyed, never having seen such creatures.

Then my vision lands on the mammoth half-man and half-serpent leaning over a table in the distance. His entire scale-frame is tense as he barks out orders. It is my staring that eventually makes him turn to face me, as if sensing my gaze.

A smile crosses his horribly handsome face. A face that is both rugged and beautiful, should not be on that body. Queasiness quickly overtakes the anger, and I find myself taking small steps backward as the god Poseidon slithers toward me.

Long black hair reaches to his waist and irises made of ocean blue capture my retreating figure.

“Well done, Mekhail. You managed to save my champion,” he practically purrs. Another oddity considering the image before me.

I shiver at his voice, those thick lashes of his brushing his cheeks as he blinks, taking me all in. “She is quite the vision, is she not?” He seems to ask of no one.

I take another step back, which only makes his smile broaden.

“Cham… cham…pion?” I manage to stammer.

“Why yes. You will help me defeat Zeus,” he says with a nonchalance as if discussing the weather.

Incredulousness pauses me in my retreat. I am a mere human, who at most has wielded a rock to break up the rare meats I can catch. Is this god insane? Oh right. They all are.

I must have a look of utter disbelief because it seems to amuse him.

His laughter dances along my flesh, like a keyed-in song to my body, and I gag in repulsion but nothing comes up.

“Just … send me home please,” I beg futilely.

“You have no home, Ariella. We are your home now,” he adds with an imperious wave of his colossal arm.

The words repeat over and over in my dulled mind and when the darkness comes, I accept it with open arms.

Below is the first chapter of one of my (many) books that I've written and never published. Formatting might be a little off since I copy/pasted it from my documents. Maybe I'll share the first chapter of a few of my books ... haha.

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-One-

These are my favorite pair of stilettos and here I am, slogging through a waterlogged cemetery after some two-bit vampire.

I want to scream, but I also want to live. Finally giving in, I pull the heels off, eye the tombstone I'm leaning against, and place them on the cement ledge and continue my hunt.

Lowering myself behind an angel twenty feet away, I pull the 9mm pistol from my thigh sheath and take out the clip. I have three bullets left and have to make them count. Quickly snapping the clip back into the gun, I lean around the corner and take in a deep breath.

The stench is palpable. I am pretty sure this vamp hasn't showered in weeks, maybe even months.
The good thing about the newly reborn is that they are pretty slow on the uptake and barely know how to use their newly acquired talents; smell being key here. Even though I am upwind from him, he has no idea I am here.

I carefully, but quickly, move around the angel, keeping as much of my body lowered as I can.
Luckily, the torrential downpour helps cover the occasional splash I can't help. I'm about two hundred yards from him when I stop. I line up my shot, steadying my arm. I don't want him dead, just incapacitated so he can be taken in. If rehabilitation doesn't work, then he'll be put out of his misery. The head vampire of Saints City doesn’t really care in the end.

My finger presses the trigger and just as I fully compress it, and the bullet leaves the chamber, he bolts, causing the bullet to hit the tree that was just ahead of him.

Cursing under my breath, I dash after him, running at full speed. He can't be that old, as he runs just a little faster than the above-average human.

I note where he's heading and decide to take a detour. I practically slide down an incline that has now become a water slide, and barely stop myself from toppling over and landing face first in the mud.

Taking in a deep breath, I drop behind one of the large catacombs that line this area of the cemetery. Slowing my pace and my breathing, I concentrate on listening.

I hear him splashing down the middle aisle. He seems to realize he's lost me and slows down. I crouch even lower and just wait.

He's making more noise than a fussy newborn. Shaking my head I inch forward toward the main path.

Before he can react, I quickly spin around the corner and shoot. He manages to sidestep the bullet and blast forward, reaching me faster than I expect. His open palms connect with my chest, sending me flying backward.

Not exactly who I planned to hit second base with tonight.

I hit concrete and lose my sight for a moment, my second to last bullet gone. I blink a few times, trying to get the floating stars to go away. Groaning, I stumble upward and grind my teeth.

More sloshing through the mud—this guy is ruining my night. I have one shot left, and I can't waste it.

This time, I have to go at him full throttle.

I’m back up and chasing him again, tapping into my lycan abilities to add a little speed boost to my stride. It takes longer than if I was in full wolf form, but I am finally on his heels.
He throws his head back and laughs. I raise a brow and he shakes his head. “They send a little girl after me… amusing.”

That grinds me the wrong way. I leap into the air and am about to land on his back when he picks up his speed. My fingertips brush the edge of his leather coat before I belly flop into a puddle.

Great—this is also my favorite black dress.

Spitting out a piece of gravel, I make it onto my feet after a couple of failed attempts. Wiping the mud from my eyes, I let out a feral growl and take in a deep breath to calm myself.

Rocking my head back and forth, I work the knots out of my shoulders and tune in more deeply with my wolf half. I don't shift—I don't want to rip him to shreds—yet. I simply focus my senses completely; sight, smell and hearing.

He's about a hundred yards away already and headed toward the river. If he jumps in it, I'll lose him for good, and have to start this mouse chase all over again.

I run at an angle, hoping this time to actually cut him off without incident.

I skid to a stop around a large oak tree.

Normally, maybe on a sunny day and without the rotten stench of death up my nostrils, I might actually enjoy the beauty of this cemetery has to offer. Today is not one of those days.

This time, I wait for him to run by me before I leap and land on his back. He slips, causing us both to drop, me getting mud all over me yet again.

We struggle in a wonderful puddle of chilled water, but I eventually get the upper hand. Pressing the pistol's muzzle against his temple I glare down at him.

“Stop moving or I blow your brains out. You can't come back from that vamp boy.” His body remains perfectly still below me. “Good boy.” I pat his cheek, making a wet slapping sound.

“Now, you've given me quite a run for my money, and I don't appreciate having my pretty clothes ruined.” I remove a small dagger from the sheath on my left thigh and place it flush against his throat. “You're lucky the Marquis of this city has already called dibs on you, or your head would come clean off.”

He laughs and I find myself irritated enough that my wolf-half growls past my lips, “What's so funny?”

He shakes his head. “You are ever the dutiful pet, Zoey.”

I frown. He knows my name, and I don't like that. I slip the tip of the dagger into his neck, barely missing his artery. Marcus said alive, he didn't say in good shape.

He flinches, but his smugness doesn't leave his face.

“I don't need to hear anything from those filthy lips.” I make the grand spectacle of sniffing his chest. “You really should invest in this amazing invention called soap.”

I whack the flat edge of the blade against his left cheek, hard enough to leave a red imprint.
Taking my pistol, I press it against his neck and fire.

The tranquilizer sinks into his neck and beneath his skin, slowly releasing a chemical that will immobilize him long enough for transport.

It takes roughly a minute for it to actually take effect, and then my body completely relaxes. I roll off of him, and sitting on my knees in a ditch of mud, I press the ear piece. “Jack Phillips is ready for pick up.”

Flipping open a small watch-looking container on my wrist, I pull out a sliver of plastic with a microscopic locator and slap it on the vamps head. Pressing it into his forehead with my thumb print initiates the beacon, which blinks red to tell me its working.

Crawling to a stand, I let out a ragged breath and begin my trek back to the main road.

As I slip out of the clearing, I catch the amused look on my sometimes partner's face. I raise a finger and point it at Caleb, throwing on my meanest stare.

“Don’t. Say. A. Word.” I hitch my thumb over my shoulder and mutter, “Go fetch.”

I ignore his laughter as he passes me and heads off to do the easy part.

“Oh,” I pause and turn to eye his retreating back. “Stop by Julia Arthur's tombstone and pick up my pumps.”

I don't wait for a response.

My beat-up pathfinder is parked on one of the side streets so it takes me another five minutes to reach it. Opening the trunk, I ruffle through the bag I kept in the back with spare clothes and find a clean pair of leggings and a simple t-shirt. I didn’t want to risk losing him, or else I would have changed before that stupid, and admittedly ridiculous, chase scene.

Being as it is three in the morning I quickly change right there on the street and then jump into my car. My earpiece vibrates.

Every inch of me is aching with exhaustion, but still press it—I never learn.

“McKenzie, report in,” a gruff voice commands.

I can't even make excuses as the line cuts off before I can open my mouth. My boss can be a real dick.

Starting up my car, I pull a U-turn and head back into the city. It is going to be a long night.

Finally stopped being a lazy pooper and worked on finding two 'secret' mounts in Legion. By this time in the expansion, they're not so secret, lol. BUT, I'm glad I waited. A lot of the video tutorials I found had mobs of people around the things you had to find to get these mounts. Today? None anywhere... so it was breezy and fast.

These two This one puts me at 194 193 mounts. Six Seven more and I get an Armored Blue Dragonhawk PLUS an achieve. w00t!
Okay... I lied. I only got ONE mount this week. The other one is behind a world quest... so this week was the pet, next week will be the mount. IT WILL BE MINE ONE DAY!

The other mount is the Fathom Dweller.

The pet from this week is sorta cute, though it seems to be stationary... so meh. Lol.

Now that the expansion is winding down, and the new one is on the horizon, things are slowing down in Warcraft. Been working on achievements in between raid nights. I'm almost at 19k achievement points, which is close to where my old account was at (my old account was about 19600 I believe).
So getting there slowly (okay I've only had this account a little over a year, so actually that's good lmao).

Poop news ... the last week and a half we haven't raided at all because of a healer issues. If anyone out there actually reads this and plays Warcraft and is on Alliance side... we could use a full-time druid or monk healer.

We've gotten 9/11 bosses down. Currently on Aggramar. Got him down to 53% on our first night last week, which was pretty good considering we didn't have a lot of classes with CC (for the adds). Hopefully we get this healer stuff figured out so we can get AOTC before the next expansion releases. Really sucks considering we're so close to getting it (two bosses man!).

In other news, celebrated my mother's birthday last Saturday. We went out to Hibachi and invited my Godmother and uncle to come. It was a fun night and our Hibachi guy was pretty funny (not as funny as our cruise guy, but still pretty good).

Some photos that I took with the phone since I didn't bring my camera (so the quality is meh). In the fire one you can see my mom kinda freak out... haha! I got the shrimp and lobster with the lo'mein and rice. Was SO good. I also got a 'mudslide' for a drink, also delicious.
Afterward we went to Danny's house and watched a few movies. Finally watched the latest Thor film, which was absolutely amazing. Already bought a copy for myself, ha! I love Chris Hemsworth... not only because he's absolutely hot, but because he's actually a good actor. I am somewhat meh for the new Avengers. That movie will have to be 5 hours to give each character ANY justice... I think they've got way too many 'big names' in this one to make it work right, but hopefully I am wrong. That should be out soonish.

In great news ... I've read 28 books so far this year (14 ahead of schedule).
I'm glad work has been relatively quiet lately because I get to read a bit at work. Though, pretty sure things are going to pick up now that we're nearing Graduation. Gah. I hate this time of year. lol.

This weekend is Easter. I'm very happy for this because I gave up coffee for lent and it has been awful LOL. I finally get to drink coffee on Sunday... it's going to probably feel really weird ha! I may have to call out on Monday :P We're going to be at Danny's for Easter so yeah. I now have my laptop there since I built a gaming PC, so hopefully I can get more achievements done this weekend. Though that laptop is soooo slow... but eh. Plus my bro's net sucks, which is kind of sad because pays extra for 'faster' internet and his is slower than mine!

Oh well.. I am going to go work on a few more achievements then hit the hay. I was off today and tomorrow so w00t!

Back to work after four days off thanks to the flu … and I am thankful they have their once-a-month meeting this morning. Means I have the place to myself for the next two hours *stretch, purr*. It’s nice not to have to deal with ‘crazy’ for a few hours. I’m also beyond happy I am back to my normal hours. These weird ass ones were killing me. I have forgotten what it is like to leave work by 5pm… when the sun is still out!

So yeah. Four days out of commission. At least I was able to read a lot. I am eight or nine books ahead for my goal, which is good because I am sure there will hit a lull where I won’t read for a while. So far, it hasn’t hit and I’m glad. I do love reading. I’ve read some really great books and a few pretty crappy ones, but overall, most have been so good. I’ve even found myself a few new authors, so that’s always a plus. So yeah … It’s February 5th and I’ve already read 14 books. w00t!

I pre-ordered the next Warcraft expansion and made myself a Void Elf. She is so sexy.  SEE! (Pretty screenshots).


I want to level her, but at the same time I have SO MUCH to still do on my main. I feel pulled in all sorts of directions and have no clue what to do so I end up sitting in Dalaran wasting time. Yeah. Issues. There are reps I need to farm (for lots of mounts), fishing I have to do for that damn BoA fishing rod, getting more gear on the Paladin …

THOUGH! I finally got my 4-piece tier gear on her. Freaking MONTHS with nothing, then the other night I did all the LFR wings with a couple of guildies and got THREE pieces (already had 2). It’s all or nothing, huh Blizz? Yeah. I was in shock. So she’s got her 4-piece and I think that shit has really helped. I did a couple of mythic dungeons and the deeps… so beautiful. I wish I could pull off those numbers in raids (which boggles my mind why I can’t—I don’t know if it’s because I get all nervous about the mechanics and make dumb mistakes… dunno).

So yeah. I want to do LOTS in WoW but working and being sick … really cut into it :P I can’t seem to focus on just ONE thing. It’s an awful trait of mine that I hate (why I have never published a book too). Oh … and I have to level a damn (debil) horde character so I can unlock the appearances, mount and achievements. Gah. I dislike horde greatly, but I made a goblin hunter, so let’s see if I level the thing. If not, I’ll waste my 110 boost on a toon ): Which I really DON’T want to waste it on. I’d rather use it toward one of my alliance characters, but I guess I’ll see.

See?! SO MUCH TO DO! AHHHHHHHHHHH and before I know it, the next expansion will be here. Ugh. Oh, and I need a panda because the damn turtle vendor has at least 10 maybe more mounts, but that rep is all but impossible to get now (even with a tabard, that shit only gives like 30 rep per boss—dunno WHY they fucked with it and made it that way. So annoying.. AND she’s a human so she get more rep, can’t imagine any other race). AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *deep breath*

Anywho… Saw the Super Bowl last night at my brother’s. It was mostly family, but he invited over a few mutual friends so it was a nice, small, intimate group of us. I really didn’t want to go, but he would have killed me, haha. I ended up enjoying the game more than I imagined. It was a pretty edge-of-the-seat game and the commercials this year were on POINT. Last year’s suckkkkked. I think only Doritos had good ones. This year Bud Light, Doritos, Mountain Dew and TIDE (Tide won this year) … were all hilarious. Oh and the Amazon Alexa one was pretty damn good too. But yeah … I am glad the Eagles won… knocked those Patriots down a peg.

We had some great food, lots of laughs and beer. It was a good time and I’m glad I was ‘forced’ to go (though I still would rather have stayed home playing WoW :P).

I’m just so glad I am not feeling like I’m on death’s bed anymore, had a pretty good weekend and have a full night of WoW to look forward to! Bwahaha.

So … the break. A week and a half off of work. It was fantastic and way too quick! I wish I had taken off a little more, but eh … too much time off is actually bad for me. I become way too idle (and FAT). I ate so damn much those ten-ish days. Ugh. So yeah … I definitely did nothing but eat, sit around and video game. It was … amazeballs. :D

Christmas eve, Nelson and Trisha showed up around 10PM. We opened gifts, had some wine, watched Christmas Vacation on the tube and just had some good laughs and chatter while we opened gifts. I got a lot of the stuff on my wish list but no new gaming PC :D I did get one part for it, though. So yay! I think Im going to buy all the parts I need this week and hopefully my brother can build it next week. It’s been a really long time since I’ve used a desktop at home. Will be interesting. Then, I can just leave my gaming laptop at Danny’s house.

On New Year’s Eve, Mike threw a party but since my momma didn’t want to go and I didn’t want her to stay alone, I took one for the team and stayed home with her. It was actually perfect because I really didn’t want ‘party all night’. I did a quick drive by his house, hung out for about an hour and came back to Danny’s around 9:30PM. I watched some television with her, played a little Warcraft, and then she and I drank some wine as the New Year rang in. I stayed up watching NCIS until 4ish am.

I really have missed that show. I stopped watching it completely (even the re-runs) when Ziva left, but I started it from season 1 last week and I am remembering how much I loved this show. I am going to just watch up until Ziva leaves and repeat. Now that Michael Weatherly isn’t even on it anymore either, I am just not interested in the newer seasons, but the first 11 are great (with Ziva and Kate).

Anywho. In other news … Guess who is pregnant?! Right … you can’t. Anyway … Diane! She told us the happy news on Christmas day. Yesterday, they had the ‘gender’ reveal party. It was a small family thing, and quite lovely. They’re having a BOY, which made both of them VERY happy (and us too). My uncle (baby-to-come)’s grandpa… cried. It was so adorable. So they have that wonderful moment in their life happening in 2018, so it shall be a great year for them! I’m very happy for their growing family <3

Other than that, the break was relatively relaxing. I played a lot of Warcraft (of course). I managed to get quite a few achievements done that I really wanted (for mounts). So, I am very happy about that. I need one more tonight and I will get me another mount. It will depend on how tired I am though. As the first day back to work today, I may just want to lie in bed and zone out to television … but if I’m up for it, I’ll hop on and get the last achievement for the Pandarian raid mount. I still have to get over the laziness and work on the Pandaria reputations because there’s about 15 – 20 mounts right there. Maybe I’ll work on those starting next week.

Now that the holidays are over, a lot of the regulars are going to start coming back. I’ve gotten really used to the small group so when the influx of returners come back, I’ll feel mad awkward again. Ugh.

Anyway. I have some things to get done. Write later!

So I always make (and usually fail) resolutions. Doesn’t stop me from doing it every year though, and this year is no different. The first one on here is a given … ha!

1. Write more in your journal. You always feel a little better after writing/expressing tensions, feelings and emotions….don’t know why you keep myself from writing. You’re insane that’s why … and apparently enjoy remaining in that state. You have to stop bottling everything up.
2. FINISH WRITING A DAMN BOOK TO PUBLISH. :P
3. Visit one new place in the world, that you’ve never been to (even if it’s in Connecticut).
4. Read 60 books. I am proud to say, you did reach your first goal of 30 for this year AND your new goal of 50. So you got one resolution done from last year. :D
5. Continue your 30 minutes a day of exercising.
6. Go to the beach more in the summer (been about seven years! – not counting cruise).
7. Take more pictures. Stop letting other’s prevent you from enjoying the hobby (Not going to commit to a project, just make extra effort to take more pics).
8. Save money. Stop buying so much crap you don’t need (it’s an outlet that you have to stop using). For now start small by putting $100 a month into savings (more when you can).
9. Learn to meditate.
10. Sleep at least 7 hours a night. This 4-5 isn’t cutting it anymore in your elderly age (of 33).
11. Find a way to channel your hatred so you don’t always feel so out of control and near ‘explosion’ mode, emotional wise.
12. Expand on my video games. For the last year-ish, all I have played is World of Warcraft (with a spattering of Overwatch/SIMS). I want to branch out so let’s do this!
13. Also want to find a guild in Warcraft to join/be a part of. I think it’s time to start trusting gamers again … ha. It’s just hard to find a small guild that is active. Most are either gigantic with 60+ people online and others barely have 2-3 on and no one runs anything. It’s tough.

Today’s the last day of work until 2018. I has the excite. I’ve been trying to get stuff all set up/ready and done before I leave.

Crazy has been on her typical warpath to butt into every conversation. Someone literally made the briefest comment about a plant on my counter and she jumped up out of her seat, ran out of her office, to jump into the conversation, which I immediately excused myself from (because it wasn’t even a convo!). Then the person who made the comment got sucked into a totally different one (about Crazy building things in her spare time, to her then showing her photos of said things) … and tried to drag me back in. Thankfully, I was actually working on something at the time and was like “Sorry, been ignoring to work.” Like really?! I don’t come to work to socialize about shit for 8 hours.

Right now, I am writing this on my lunch break. I surf on breaks. Otherwise, I am working. GAH.

In better (but still troubling) news, mom has a sciatic nerve. So at least it wasn’t my impending doom thoughts dealing with her Diabetes. The doctor is giving her some medication, and he said she should feel a bit better in 2-3 days. IF she’s not, then he will get her into some physical therapy for it. So we’ll see how the meds work. Hopefully they’re good. He was actually such a good doctor, my mom is leaving her old doctor and moving to him, so good news there.

I really just hope she feels a lot better in a few days.

Tonight is raid night. We’re going to take on Argus (the final boss in the final raid for this expansion). We got him down to 2% last week and we didn’t have the ‘best of the best’ with us. Im going to try to hop into LFR beforehand and see if I can get some loot before the raid. I’m really just looking for tier gear, since I have NONE, and apparently that gives a big DPS boost.

Sigh. I have zero luck in the damn game. I actually got another legendary the other day and it’s SO AWFUL it isn’t even on the top 10 list of decent legendries for me. Of course, that counts as a received legendary tho, so now I won’t get another chance drop for weeks. This is my luck in WoW. It’s amazing I still play the damn game LOL.

That is if everyone comes on tonight. They were kind of iffy since I think some of the guild members are travelling early for holidays but they didn’t know HOW early.

Oh well, lunch is almost over, so let me wrap this up. I hope to write during the holiday break, but in case I do not and if anyone actually reads this … have a WONDERFUL holiday season and a very safe and happy New Year!