The report from Callisto went directly to Vicious.

[in_the_blue]

Yeah, I know. I have to play Vicious, and soon, or risk losing him because of the 3-months-from-app rule.

I'll get it done. I have his first post written and ready but he's the type who needs a really good moment of impact to make an entrance. Sorry, Luu, it won't be hiccups. He'd just order them killed.

I kind of think Vicious sees himself as the Syndicate rock star with his own entourage. After a fashion, that is. It will be such a good challenge: he has no moral center and he has no music in his soul. But I know it's time, because I've been wandering around spouting phrases like "cold climates do not concern me" and "do not follow in your brother's footsteps."

In the meantime, both Spikes are not having the best of times, although adios_cowboy at outpost_12 is at least on his way to Mars for a little R&R. Paige, Paige, Paige. I wouldn't have things go any other way, even when they're hard as hell.

Ahem. In other news, after work today I took Hannah shopping. She was wanting black jeans; they're hard to find. We ended up with 2 pairs of black and one of dark blue for her, and I got a pair of shoes I'd been looking at last weekend and didn't get then but thought about all week. I decided not to make Hannah wait around while I tried on clothes, but I'm going back next week to get a few things for myself, seeing as how I haven't bought any new clothing in well over a year now. But it's time: my body's a totally different shape now since that surgery and it wants celebrating.

After the mall, we went out for pizza. Then we stopped at the market and I got stuff to make veggie stew because my very own International Man of Mystery came home from his business trip with bronchitis (I love you, honey, but stay away from me). So I... uh... made the stew.

And here I am. You wouldn't know to tell, but I've been working on this journal entry for an hour and a half, in between doing other things. Mostly writing for milliways_bar tonight. And taking care of the Mr. Don't-Cough-On-Me. I'm trying really hard not to catch his bronchitis. I just don't have the time for it.

Tomorrow is a day for play and for watching Prince at halftime. Not much else going on. I've been working so much since I went back to work, I think I deserve a day to sit around on my ass and enjoy whatever I want to enjoy.