Walker Told Me I have AIDS!

Okay, so it's been an odd week so far. My youth are on spring break, which absolves me of many of my responsibilities. This is always a nice thing. My room-mate and I have begun collecting Star Wars figures, particularly Episode III models, as he ran across one of those really cool-looking Republic Gunships online for cheap, and bought it. Now we have to build us an army of jedi and clone troopers to take full advantage of its awesomeness.Of all the luck.

Other news: our d20 campaign is going along swimmingly, and the guys had a really good time on Saturday. Now I just have to try and top that. I hope it will continue to get better.

Other other news: I'm in the process of re-connecting with Renee (again), and I have really mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I know that this can only end badly, and on the other hand, there's this vain fool's hope that maybe somehow things will turn out differently for us than they have the other two times we tried it. Perhaps I'm doomed to never have a normal human relationship. It's this weird mixture of insecurity on both of our parts. I've been feeling like she doesn't like me anymore, and oddly enough (at least, according to her, for what it's worth), she has been having that same feeling, except reversed. I called her last night, and she flipped out with joy (at least, that's what she said). I'm sick of this ambiguity. I'm sick of playing games. I'm sick of having to be human and subject to these irrational impulses that make no sense whatsoever. Sometimes, I think the life of the Vulcan would be ideal, as it would mean that I wouldn't have to deal so much with all of this confusion. However, that's just an ideal. I live in reality, so it doesn't have much bearing. The long and short of it is that I will have to go see her perform Friday night in Godspell. I hope it's a good show, and I hope that she and I can at least live like two rational beings, if not as lovers, then at least as friends.