Trusting A Moron To Do A Man's Job

I hate waiting. Its one of those things I've learned to deal with over the years (waiting to get out of jail, waiting for executions, waiting for people to die that I really hate), but I still hate it. Its one of those natural facets of life that becomes so bothersome you almost wonder how people who don't live forever deal with this annoyance. Clearly they must have some method in mind, but what it is I have no idea! So you can see me waiting for Nidget not to mess up my perfect plan I was a little bit miffed.

I mean ordinarily when I set a plan in motion, sometimes over a the course of years I patiently wait it out. I just sit back let time take its course and eventually I come out the victor (like this one time I drove a guy insane by tapping under his window for years, its unimportant why I did this, but now that he's in an insane asylum and I am not, clearly I'm the victor). But since Nidget is a damned idiot, and he was unarmed and completely unable to understand the nuance of my brilliance, I was more than a little worried. What was also amplifying my worry was the guard they had posted to watch over me, he was the trigger happy sort that should Nidget somehow over come the men posted to watch over him, his rearrival would only set the dumb ass off and I would end up getting shot (which would really put a damper on my day).

Needless to say I was more than a little worried when a knock at the door caused the man to jump. He didn't fire his pistol into me, but it was damn close. I swear some people need to learn to take things in stride! This young man definately was too high strung that much was certain! He should have taken lessons from me! I'm completely grounded at all times (yes yes I am). Anyway the knock at the door startled him and as he went to answer a sword impaled him through the wood. I guess he should have been more on guard than he was!

My heart sailed with my rescue and then sank when I saw it was somehow Therod who had saved me. Not that I didn't like the Captain or anything, just well I had hoped to get a look over the stolen goods once we had defeated the bandits and not have them all distributed back to the people they were stolen from. What? Look if something is taken from you, and then taken from the person who stole it its not like taking it from you! Unless of course that thing is mine then its always mine and whoever takes the takers is still taking from me. Make sense right?

Anyway Therod killed the jumpy bandit and set me free and that was the end of that. Oh you wanted more than that? Fine fine I'll write the next entry to tell you how that whole thing came out. Don't look at me like that journal reader you knew I had to put that rant about waiting in there earlier and now my hands are tired!