He tossed away the other two notepads, before glaring at her. "Of course I freaking am. I am a quarter dragon that signed up for a suicide mission, and instead of dying I got god powers. I have been sane for all of ten years and still am lacking direction. I have a BASIC idea what to do, but that is the problem with going directly from mortal to fairly powerful god. I know, vaguely, what to do, but the details that make getting from start to finish possible have been either blurred or even completely omitted. And asking for help was bad enough when I was mortal. Now I have to ask for help from other gods that are more likely to try and use me in their Xanatos gambit to take over then actually help.<br/><br/>A Xanatos gambit is a plot that is very convulted, takes a while, and usually involves duping people into helping you. I am the kind of being that is the natural enemy to Xanatos gambits, cause the moment I smell one, I start running around in the general area, squealing at the tops of my lungs and blasting things until someone really powerful tries to stop me. That is usually enough to break the gambit.<br/><br/>Where was I?"<br/><br/>He paused, before shaking his head. "Oh, right direction. Yes, you are right, I am aimless, but that is because planning is NOT my strong point. Blasting and making shit up as I go is. Food is here."<br/><br/>Once the meal was served he took a bit, and then stared at the ceiling. "Anyways, I suspect that the god get together that is happening in about 3 months from now is less the usual meeting and more the entire group of gods telling me to sit down, shut up, and stay in one place else they will all blast me until I stop twitching."