It is not Matt-Man vs the Mail Man, Matt-Man is the Mail Man

Hail and well met

Well much has happened since I last posted. First of all you should wonder why I am back typing on my computer when I am supposed to be in Carbondale. Well that is the crux of this post so I will get to it.

First of all the trip down was boring as usual. I left around 12:30-1ish and arrived around 5:30. Went to Joe's place for a minute before we headed off to role play where I got to play a cameo as a multi personality rogue. It was a blast and I had a lot of fun. Then we broke early so Josh could get to bed for work in the morning.

Nicky took me back to Chris's apartment where I would be staying. It was a nice apartment with ample space to live in, I was impressed. The guys (Nick and Joe) were cool and I appreciated their hospitality. I mean Chris had to put up with me cause Nicky would probably have gotten upset (I kid I am a kidder). No all of them showed me kindness that I was starting to think was absent from the world on a whole. Anyway the next day I was left to fend for myself, with the only hitch being I was sequestered in the apartment building since no one (Nicky) left me a key. No biggie I made my self busy by reading some stuff and then doing some cleaning, mostly vacuuming the floor and the dishes. Then I watched some West Wing, AMAZING show. Anyway had a good day and went to bed with the idea that Joe would have his paper/presentation finished and we could spend the day together.

Woke up and as habit checked my phone. First mistake (if you care to look at it like that). There was a phone call from Crete. I cringed and had to make a split second decision. I could have ignored the call and just gone about my day (really tempting but there was the possibility that I could lose my job for such an action) or I could do the responsible thing and call back.

Damn my ethics cause I called.

Yup I had to come in to work. Which meant I had to pack and run right then and there. I was somewhat pissed (although I must admit now that as I look back at it I was more acting pissed then really being pissed, the word that best fits my feeling is disappointed) So ran upstairs to the room packed my stuff (forgetting my phone charger damnit) and made a mad dash for Crete.

So here I sit typing and really not pissed off at all. Everything happens for a reason and I think I am starting to really live by that mantra. I had to come back up here for something. Don't know and really don't care. The universe is quite capable of taking care of itself so if whatever it is didn't happen don't blame me.

Well I am going to jump off line, call Terri, change my clothes and head over to the gym. Then grab some lunch and go to the loft and paint. Maybe see a movie tonight or maybe not. Who knows I don't.

May the Force be with you


Excelsior!!!