Audience of Strangers

I feel like a rubber band that's just been snapped. It was hell getting to and through what brought me to this point, but right now I'm very calm and not stressed at all.

Given what's going on in the office and in Ohio, this confuses the hell out of me.

(Office stuff has escalated to a new level of "You did the fuck *what*?" Ohio has Marcon, which is infinitely better. You guys all have fun for me, I'd be there if I could.)

Last night was cool. Bank robbers should not be armed with Gatling pistols, and should not make their getaways in steam wagons that are equipped with flamethrowers. This absolutely *requires* investigating. (I don't know why Curious is considered a flaw rather than a given. I mean, PCs. PCs are the sort that you need a restraining order against to keep them from poking around in something.)

Also, I melted a horse. Accidentally. Ish. Without witnesses, thank god.

The smell of ferret has been almost entirely evicted from the apartment. They are incredibly cute, and they do cause mild hiccups in the brain--I still cannot quite believe they *bend* like that--and it was funny watching the cats react{1}, but I would not keep one. Still.

X-3 tonight. Yay.
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{1} Hm. Small animal. Like a squirrel. Prey? Maybe. Moves funny. Might be prey--ohgodohgodohgod it's coming towards me it's gonna *touch* me! *skitters backwards down hallway*