Monday, August 6, 2012

Lesson Learned

When I last posted to you, I was on my desktop in one of my various 'homes.'  'Dens' might be a more appropriate word, given their size and the tendency of some in the blogosphere to compare me to a hunter, but what you call them is irrelevant.  What is relevant is where I am now:  I am posting from my laptop from the guest room of Antithesis.

I am not impressed.

Garish green bedcovers, a wall of glass to let the damnable sunlight in during the day, and a single painting.  Not a real painting, either; some generic forestscape, with tree upon tree upon tree.  I must give the decorators some credit, though:  the desk I'm seated at is made of mahogany, as is the bed frame and the dresser I will not likely use.  Reminds me of my most frequented den.  Nice mahogany table for carving.  The hospitality leaves much to be desired.

I have spent the past two days attempting to familiarize myself with the layout of the city.  I did not fail, but rather took an alternative route to succeeding.  While I cannot tell you where I went, nor could I find a particular spot in a short amount of time, I did succeed in finding where my Target is living for the time being.

I have also decided to indulge myself for once.  Why not?  After all, I'm vacationing in beautiful Pittsburgh after Father has sent me on what I can only assume to be a suicide mission, given the amount of opposition I've met in 37, so I might as well have my fun.  I will take care of the Target before she leaves the city.  Then I will return home, accept Father's forgiveness, and continue on serving Him.

...and while I'm dreaming, I'd also like a shiny new knife and for the pool of people who can somehow escape my Sight to stop expanding rapidly.  If that trait becomes obsolete, I'll have a serious problem.

10 comments:

  1. Hey, don't talk crap about the hospitality here or else next time you'll have to fix your own nose.

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    1. My apologies. I did not intend to belittle your contribution to my healing.

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  2. Yaaay~ Sleepover!
    Are you going to have a pillow fight? >83

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    1. That's about the least satisfying reply I could have gotten to that. Oh well, I tried.

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    2. Just as well; I'm not here for your satisfaction.

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    3. And this is precisely why you don't get along with anyone...

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    4. I'm inclined to agree with you here, Gargoyle.

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  3. Birdo, you have blackout curtains-- you know.

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    1. ...I did not know. Thank you so very much for covering that particular snippet of information in the extensive tour of my quarters.

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