pack_rat's Journal

Dear Diary, (I've always wanted write that! I mean, what's the point of having a journal if you don't follow tradition - even if it is on the internet?)

Today I did... NOTHING.

And that's a problem.

Dad put me in this place long ago - I joined his Alma Mater and moved into his old "frat house." And I finally even joined the team.

But despite my tenure in this joint and the field time I've clocked I'm still considered NEW, so there's absolutely NOTHING for me to do! (Except continue to search for the mythical closet de liquor... It shall be mine! OH YES! It shall be mine! BWA HA HA!)

Apparently I'm not "battle ready" or some dren like that. So I'm stuck in this over-sized roach motel until I'm ready to go out into real world and become a true démutante!

..........

Sorry about that, Diary. Dad just called for Oli again. I don't know why he can't just bug Oli on HIS phone.

I think he just likes the thought of us bickering.

Oh well, I better go give him the all important message from el capo de la familia.

Talk to you soon you pile of paper and ink. Or, well... plastic and other various and sundry polymers...

RLB