"My work may be garbage but it's good garbage." Mickey Spillane
I asked Chuckie the handyman to help me fix a few things around the apartment.
All was fine with that and I managed to get some work done. It turned into a long day, got in some work on Truth, and a brief discussion with Tim on a few matters, and a discussion of art with Owen.
Chuckie got interrupted by a phone call and had to leave for a bit, but returned later to continue to work on the stuff.
He did and we’re nearly finished with some of the repairs and adjustments to the place. However, by 7PM, I was all set to enjoy a few hours of relaxation on Warcraft. Raingods and I were helping a friend with a quest in the Uldaman instance.
The front door opens and Pete the landlord walks in. He is an obsessively talky individual. First he stands and looks at what I am doing. Then he talks non-stop about PC games, and how he’s never tried warcraft. Then he asks if the ceiling in the bathroom was ever fixed and has a look at that with Chuckie in tow. Then he comes back and watches me while smoking a cigarette. Then he talks about games again and books, and so forth and finally I gave up and left the game.