2006-07-18

2006-07-18 02:40 am

Dear Self

Do not project your desire to own large-caliber revolvers onto Tseng. Instead, sit down and and figure out what Tseng would like to own.

This was a lot easier for Asher and Ally, mostly because there were some definate situational limits. Asher only has one gun, and as they're not really his thing, it 's something basic that can be found on the black market for cheap. His knives are definately black market, and basic military issue. Ally's main gun is also basic military issue, as it was her dad's (probably 9mm), and while she's got others, most of them are other varieties of semi-auto pistols. Maybe one revolver, although it was probably pretty beat up when she got, and if she's got a rifle, it's more of curiosity and rarely gets fired.

Tseng, however, doesn't really have the limits of cost and avalibility that they have. He's the leader of the Turks, he can pretty much own anything he wants to. Some things seem unlikely - assualt rifle, machine gun - but there's still enough variety that it's hard to pick.

...I'm going to end up going with the large-caliber handguns, aren't I.
2006-07-18 04:46 am

Melting

It is too hot in my bedroom to sleep. Or, well, probably more accurately, too humid. Everything feels sticky, and I'm sweating just sitting here. It doesn't help that my room is one of the warmest in the house, and Ben stole the portable fan, so I just have a total piece of shit ceiling fan, which does almost nothing.

My strategy at the moment is to do more or less what my mom did. She grabbed the mattress out of the guest room (my old bedroom, one of the coolest on the second floor), and is sleeping on the floor of the sewing room, which has a big ceiling fan and about eight windows. I've just hauled my mattress into the guest bedroom, and am hoping that the temperature difference is enough that I can actually fall asleep.

New England weather sucks so much.