Okay. So the pressure's off, in many cases. First of all, I am working and seem to have a little working credit at the moment, so things began to look up. I also had a call from Jake yesterday, and we're jamming again, which is great. He and his wife are working on a new computer game, which is really awesome, seriously. I think this will be the best game he has ever written.
On the other hand, the water pressure has dropped to zero, so now the dog has no water that is not in his bowl. I am still poohing into a carrier bag and urinating into a bucket, unable to have a bath, wash my clothes, nor even drink a single drop of that which sustains all life.
I have to wait until these people come around to repair it. Which means I cannot leave the house, even to get a drink of water. The human body cannot survive for more than a few days without water. This is not a life. This is a siege, and I am under siege. How the hell can anyone expect to live like this?! It is most unreasonable.
My work stipulated that I must arrive clean and tidy. I will lose my job if I do not find somewhere to have a bath, and I shall have to buy and entire new set of clothes, just so I don't lose my job. (I do not have an old-fashioned washboard, mores the pity - it would double up as a nice percussion instrument if I did have one).
I have an assignment deadline in thirty-six hours (assuming I do not perish from dehydration beforehand), so the pressure is on, and simultaneously off at the same time.
Yesterday I was admitted back into the roleplaying group, which I think was a big mistake. I do not have time for this, and as an activity, it does not exactly foster a better philosophical or moral mode of life.
Newsflash! The plumber just came round (a different chap) and showed me what had happened. The other "plumber" who came round the other day simply just turned the water off. (I didn't want to fiddle with it, as he used all sorts of tools, tweaking three separate nuts. Had I attempted to fiddle with it, I may well have flooded the house. This situation is tantamount to either culpable neglect, feckless or malicious "craftsmanship" (which is against the creed of the Guild of Master Craftsmen) or more simply a conscious act of sabotage. The previous "plumber" was either incapable of doing his job (which is highly unlikely) or, just maliciously shut all my water off.
In any case, I can flush the loo now, have a bath for the first time in days, and wash my clothes. Excellent. Problem created? Problem now solved. No pressure? Now we have pressure, D-day in thirty six hours.
In the roleplaying session tonight my character (named Pubilius Ovidius Nasonis Metamorphoseon) is a Roman bard and scholarly theurgist, who uses violence only as a last resort when all other options have been exhausted. (I wanted to play Lawful-Good, but the rules do not permit bards to be Lawful, which is just silly, so I just have to play Neutral Good). (As far as I can see, there is no distinction between respect for the rule of Law, and Goodness - on a philosophical level.
He is a healer, a lover, and a poet-philosopher. His main abilities include reading Latin epigraphy (Decipher Script skill: Roman) and ancient Language (Roman), as well as Theurgy as his magic, which mainly uses protection spells/prayers, and healing. He can also use his Bardic lore skill (knows most everything about everything) and I am actually going to sing sections of Ovid's Metamorphoses (in Latin) accompanied by my lute in real life whenever my character uses his Bardic music ability. Every round he uses it, I am going to keep singing the ballad of Echo and Narcissus.
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