XP: Notes from a plotting session...

Rossi: Tag team? I'll direct if you produce?

Matt: I will not be your monkey! ... wait, that's kind of my niche, isn't it? Dammit, I'm the monkey.

Rossi: You're the tin dog! ;)

Matt:

"I want my character to do something cool."

"WE ARE IN A PLOT."

"Yeah, but I never get to do cool stuff. I want to be awesome!"

"WE ARE IN. A. PLOT."

"If only there were some way I could show my character totally rocking
the house."

"WE. ARE. IN. A. PLOT."

"...hey, what about this plot we're in?"

Grf.

Lunch at 2:30 p.m., only to come back and find I have a monster tape which turns out to be a complicated letter for Alvin, a phone message relating to something else and Sonia getting in my face about computer stuff that really isn't that important. Plus a small snafu on the game Wiki that is entirely my idiocy and the cramping that signals that no, I haven't reached menopause yet.

Gym this afternoon, cramping or no (tired of my body calling the shots) and then a long hot shower or bath. Maybe with something nice smelling. Find my zen again.