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howdy folks, so, i made another sale of chainmaille today, a co-worker bought a byzantine bracelet off me, so i made $10 today. i headed over to imperial hobbies and bought me some more warhammer guys and talked strategy with a fellow player who was there. Actually i played very well last night, 6 units of space marine tactical squads, 1 missile launcher, 1 flamer, and 6 other marines. My opponent was playing Dark Eldar, we were playing in a city setting, and he had a trio of skimmers (2 attack and 1 transport) sitting near each other in the street, and i fired a missile launcher, made one attack skimmer explode, which set off the other attack skimmer to explode, which in turn blew up the transport skimmer, that one shot really turned the tides for me. I won that match.
Anyways, i ended up walking back home and passed through a residential zone, and there were a couple young girls out side, one was playing with a dog, the other sat at a lil table selling lemonade. It was so cute i couldn't help buying a cup. $0.25 a cup, the cup was about 6oz. and it was decently prepared. so yeah, i did my good deed for the day.
So, i was going through a bitz bin for warhammer, and found an orc skull that reminded me of an illithid's head. so i was thinking of making the head into a full model of an illithid, and using that for any future Dungeons & Dragons game that i play an illithid in. mind you, it's unlikely it'd ever be played. So i was looking at the Monster Manual for the entry, though at a +7 level adjustment, i know i'd never play an actual Illithid. sooo... i was looking around other places, ie Complete Psionic, and Expanded Psionic Handbooks and Unearthed Arcana. I found some cool feats in the Complete Psiconic; illithid heritage, illithid grapple (which stacks, and gives you tentacles from your mouth untill you take the feat 4 times and get all 4. At which point, your jaw shifts to look like an Illithid's jaw) and illithid extraction (which allows you to do Intelligence drain damage to an opponent). using flaws, human race, Psionic Warrior, Human Paragon, and fighter classes, i can get the full out Tentacles, and be able to take the Illithid Hunter Prestige Class. That class is focused on hating and killing mind flayers. so this character is part illithid, and hates himself. it's a very angsty theoretical build. it's quite amusing.
Anyways, i ended up walking back home and passed through a residential zone, and there were a couple young girls out side, one was playing with a dog, the other sat at a lil table selling lemonade. It was so cute i couldn't help buying a cup. $0.25 a cup, the cup was about 6oz. and it was decently prepared. so yeah, i did my good deed for the day.
So, i was going through a bitz bin for warhammer, and found an orc skull that reminded me of an illithid's head. so i was thinking of making the head into a full model of an illithid, and using that for any future Dungeons & Dragons game that i play an illithid in. mind you, it's unlikely it'd ever be played. So i was looking at the Monster Manual for the entry, though at a +7 level adjustment, i know i'd never play an actual Illithid. sooo... i was looking around other places, ie Complete Psionic, and Expanded Psionic Handbooks and Unearthed Arcana. I found some cool feats in the Complete Psiconic; illithid heritage, illithid grapple (which stacks, and gives you tentacles from your mouth untill you take the feat 4 times and get all 4. At which point, your jaw shifts to look like an Illithid's jaw) and illithid extraction (which allows you to do Intelligence drain damage to an opponent). using flaws, human race, Psionic Warrior, Human Paragon, and fighter classes, i can get the full out Tentacles, and be able to take the Illithid Hunter Prestige Class. That class is focused on hating and killing mind flayers. so this character is part illithid, and hates himself. it's a very angsty theoretical build. it's quite amusing.
Critical Hit... R.I.P. Gary Gygax
Word filtered down through the geek channels today - before the news media picked up on it - that Gary Gygax had passed away. For the non-geeks out there, Gary was co-creator of a little thing called Dungeons & Dragons.
As it was for many gamers, D&D was my very first introduction to the world of Role-Playing Games. In my case, I stumbled upon it quite by accident. I’d like to think that I would’ve discovered it, eventually, but who knows?
And when I think of just how much enjoyment RPGs have brought me over the years… from my D&D games in college to the GURPS sessions in later years, and even a return to D&D recently… not to mention my obsession with online RPG, City of Heroes… well, I can’t help but hold Mr. Gygax in high regard.
Hearing of his passing, today, was a shock. No, I didn’t think of him often, nor had I ever met the guy. But geez… his contribution to the gaming world certainly had a profound effect on me. My first published novel, in fact, was based directly on my D&D sessions in the year or two of playing the game.
Discovering D&D was nothing short of amazing for me. As a kid, I loved games. Board games, card games, etc. Video games, too, but back then, that meant going to an arcade for most of us. And then… a casual friend introduced me to D&D. And everything was different. Role-playing games are the most creative games out there, and really appealed to me. D&D became an obsession, almost. Certainly, a lot of our free time was spent playing it. Or talking about it. Or reading about it.
My poor dad… he had no clue. He didn’t understand this game. All he saw were a bunch of teenagers sitting around his dining room table, talking, laughing, eating pizza, and rolling a bunch of dice. But nothing really seemed to be happening. “How do you win?” he’d ask me. “Well, you don’t, exactly,” I’d say. “It’s kinda like life. You just play it and try to make the best of it.”
Thanks, Gary, for adding so much richness to my life, and for helping me make the best of it, in some small way.
As it was for many gamers, D&D was my very first introduction to the world of Role-Playing Games. In my case, I stumbled upon it quite by accident. I’d like to think that I would’ve discovered it, eventually, but who knows?
And when I think of just how much enjoyment RPGs have brought me over the years… from my D&D games in college to the GURPS sessions in later years, and even a return to D&D recently… not to mention my obsession with online RPG, City of Heroes… well, I can’t help but hold Mr. Gygax in high regard.
Hearing of his passing, today, was a shock. No, I didn’t think of him often, nor had I ever met the guy. But geez… his contribution to the gaming world certainly had a profound effect on me. My first published novel, in fact, was based directly on my D&D sessions in the year or two of playing the game.
Discovering D&D was nothing short of amazing for me. As a kid, I loved games. Board games, card games, etc. Video games, too, but back then, that meant going to an arcade for most of us. And then… a casual friend introduced me to D&D. And everything was different. Role-playing games are the most creative games out there, and really appealed to me. D&D became an obsession, almost. Certainly, a lot of our free time was spent playing it. Or talking about it. Or reading about it.
My poor dad… he had no clue. He didn’t understand this game. All he saw were a bunch of teenagers sitting around his dining room table, talking, laughing, eating pizza, and rolling a bunch of dice. But nothing really seemed to be happening. “How do you win?” he’d ask me. “Well, you don’t, exactly,” I’d say. “It’s kinda like life. You just play it and try to make the best of it.”
Thanks, Gary, for adding so much richness to my life, and for helping me make the best of it, in some small way.
Why I can't be a nerd anymore Part 1
A misleading title if ever there was one, I guess what it should read is something like "why I just can't seem to get worked up over the stuff I did when I was younger and how my tastes have changed in superficial ways but stayed the same in more substantial ways." I guess what I'm trying to say is I'll always basically be a nerd, but not one that exists in any sort of nerd society.
First, there was my obsession with medieval fantasy when I was very, VERY young. Even at the tender age of about 6 to 12 I never really dove fully into the world of Ren Fests and hardcore Dungeons and Dragons sessions, but I probably would have if the means had been available to me. I dabbled in D&D but most gaming sessions I had were very hap-hazard and broke down into me and my friends making fun of what we were doing. I pretty much stopped playing altogether by the time I was 13. I tried very hard to get into fantasy novels, but they always seemed so unoriginal. I figured I could just watch Krull and get the same effect, except I didn't really like that movie either. Overall this was probably the weakest of my nerdy obsessions, but next is one that kept with me for years.
For me, video games were basically three things: An escape, a diversion and a gateway into the world of technology. I loved to just play video games for hours on end, not sensing the time going by or being bothered by anything. I never felt that crazy feeling of actually being the hero; I was always fully cognizant of the fact that I was merely controlling a collection of pixels that looked vaguely like a soldier, but I liked the concentration I had to pour into it and it was, for lack of a better word, fun. I was at my worst when I was an early teenager, playing anything and everything. I would literally master things that I liked, getting to know the computers basic patterns and ripping apart any real players who wanted to face me. The problem is I learned a fundamental fact about myself during this time: I don't like losing, but I hate winning.
Losing means I wasn't good enough. Fine. But Winning means that I am the direct cause of someone else's pain, even if it is in a very minute way. Because of this paradox I now abhor competition and avoid it unless it is absolutely necessary. I still can play games like chess or tennis with friends because the competition is slow or non-existent, respectively (we never keep score in tennis). But whenever a dispute occurs over something like who goes first for something and rock-paper-scissors is introduced as a decider, I just say "nah, you can go first". Many people hate when I do this, but whatever, they should be happy. They get to go first, after all.
The cool thing about video games would be the divide. When I was about 18 years old, hyper competitive (and terminally geeky) online competitions were becoming more sophisticated and more popular. I tried to get into thee as well, but first person shooters never really impressed me much and the communities had no teamwork and were rarely based on having fun. Rather, most just played to get better, rack up numbers and knock off some n00bs while laughing to themselves. But as I grew older and the competitive edge ebbed out of me, a new genre of game was becoming more and more popular. Games with no specific goal, or no goal at all. Just little digital worlds that you could explore when you felt like it. Games like Sim-City caught my interest because of how open ended they were... not only could you play forever but you controlled almost all aspects of the game itself! As time went on more and more of these kinds of games came out culminating in the Massive Muli-player Role Playing Games that are so popular today. I bought Ultima online when it came out and played it for probably two years before canceling my account. I probably would still have that account too if it wern't for how laggy that game is. I just liked running around and exploring. Because of the "goal-free" genre I am still playing video games to this very day, although I admit that I play far less now then I ever did before.
I still play fighting or shooting games every now and then, but for the most part I use video games as a way to relax, so when I hear about games like Ninja Gaiden Black being so hard, I just think "That's nice" and return to petting my Nintendog. This is were I should mention that I can't be a video game nerd because of my lack of competitive spirit. See, With Ninja Gaiden I think, "Thats nice", but a true video game nerd will say something like "If u tink this gam is *too hard* then you are teh BIGGEST PUSSY! THIS GAME R0xxxx!!!!11!! Dnt let ANyone tell u that thsi game ist oo hard b-cuz they r jus STUPDI AND DONT NOW A GOO DGAME! FCK U N000bZZZz!!111" I find it hard to defend something that I didn't create myself so adamantly. I like the things I like, of course, but I'm not going to go out of my way to protect them. They don't define me... hell, if anything I define them. Companies that make goods that nerds consume (no, not Cheetos) have plenty of money and PR to take care of themselves. It is decidedly un-nerdy to not defend things you are a fan of, so I guess I'm safe there too.
I'll write up part two pretty soon. I didn't want to post it right away because it deals with the big "A", and a lot of it has to do with how creepy otaku (or "figure moe zoku" as I now prefer to call them) really are.
First, there was my obsession with medieval fantasy when I was very, VERY young. Even at the tender age of about 6 to 12 I never really dove fully into the world of Ren Fests and hardcore Dungeons and Dragons sessions, but I probably would have if the means had been available to me. I dabbled in D&D but most gaming sessions I had were very hap-hazard and broke down into me and my friends making fun of what we were doing. I pretty much stopped playing altogether by the time I was 13. I tried very hard to get into fantasy novels, but they always seemed so unoriginal. I figured I could just watch Krull and get the same effect, except I didn't really like that movie either. Overall this was probably the weakest of my nerdy obsessions, but next is one that kept with me for years.
For me, video games were basically three things: An escape, a diversion and a gateway into the world of technology. I loved to just play video games for hours on end, not sensing the time going by or being bothered by anything. I never felt that crazy feeling of actually being the hero; I was always fully cognizant of the fact that I was merely controlling a collection of pixels that looked vaguely like a soldier, but I liked the concentration I had to pour into it and it was, for lack of a better word, fun. I was at my worst when I was an early teenager, playing anything and everything. I would literally master things that I liked, getting to know the computers basic patterns and ripping apart any real players who wanted to face me. The problem is I learned a fundamental fact about myself during this time: I don't like losing, but I hate winning.
Losing means I wasn't good enough. Fine. But Winning means that I am the direct cause of someone else's pain, even if it is in a very minute way. Because of this paradox I now abhor competition and avoid it unless it is absolutely necessary. I still can play games like chess or tennis with friends because the competition is slow or non-existent, respectively (we never keep score in tennis). But whenever a dispute occurs over something like who goes first for something and rock-paper-scissors is introduced as a decider, I just say "nah, you can go first". Many people hate when I do this, but whatever, they should be happy. They get to go first, after all.
The cool thing about video games would be the divide. When I was about 18 years old, hyper competitive (and terminally geeky) online competitions were becoming more sophisticated and more popular. I tried to get into thee as well, but first person shooters never really impressed me much and the communities had no teamwork and were rarely based on having fun. Rather, most just played to get better, rack up numbers and knock off some n00bs while laughing to themselves. But as I grew older and the competitive edge ebbed out of me, a new genre of game was becoming more and more popular. Games with no specific goal, or no goal at all. Just little digital worlds that you could explore when you felt like it. Games like Sim-City caught my interest because of how open ended they were... not only could you play forever but you controlled almost all aspects of the game itself! As time went on more and more of these kinds of games came out culminating in the Massive Muli-player Role Playing Games that are so popular today. I bought Ultima online when it came out and played it for probably two years before canceling my account. I probably would still have that account too if it wern't for how laggy that game is. I just liked running around and exploring. Because of the "goal-free" genre I am still playing video games to this very day, although I admit that I play far less now then I ever did before.
I still play fighting or shooting games every now and then, but for the most part I use video games as a way to relax, so when I hear about games like Ninja Gaiden Black being so hard, I just think "That's nice" and return to petting my Nintendog. This is were I should mention that I can't be a video game nerd because of my lack of competitive spirit. See, With Ninja Gaiden I think, "Thats nice", but a true video game nerd will say something like "If u tink this gam is *too hard* then you are teh BIGGEST PUSSY! THIS GAME R0xxxx!!!!11!! Dnt let ANyone tell u that thsi game ist oo hard b-cuz they r jus STUPDI AND DONT NOW A GOO DGAME! FCK U N000bZZZz!!111" I find it hard to defend something that I didn't create myself so adamantly. I like the things I like, of course, but I'm not going to go out of my way to protect them. They don't define me... hell, if anything I define them. Companies that make goods that nerds consume (no, not Cheetos) have plenty of money and PR to take care of themselves. It is decidedly un-nerdy to not defend things you are a fan of, so I guess I'm safe there too.
I'll write up part two pretty soon. I didn't want to post it right away because it deals with the big "A", and a lot of it has to do with how creepy otaku (or "figure moe zoku" as I now prefer to call them) really are.
Cream of Grape Soup, Anyone?
There's one thing to say about putting off grocery shopping... It allows you to use up all the stuff in the freezer that you're just never really in the mood for. Thus, tonight I polished off the rest of the breaded eggplant.
Yeah, don't ask how long that had been in there. And don't ask what's on tomorrow night's menu, either.
Yeah, don't ask how long that had been in there. And don't ask what's on tomorrow night's menu, either.
So, this was an interesting weekend. Friday night, I thought I'd go see Deb at the Pocket. But before I went, I checked to see if she was online, so I popped onto her MySpace page. She wasn't, but I noticed something on her page I hadn't seen before. A certain person was in her Friends list. Who? E.
Yes, E. (You'll have to head waaaay back to the very early entries of this blog to see who I'm talking about.)
I was a bit taken aback, honestly. Had I looked at the comments on Deb's page, I would've seen comments from her dating back to November. But I didn't actually see that until later in the weekend.
At the Pocket that night, I questioned Deb about it. "Yeah, we've been talking," she said. And in response to my look of surprise, she explained. E had been contacting her regularly for quite a while, but it wasn't until after Deb's ex-husband died unexpectedly, and E expressed her sympathy, that Deb chose to reply. (And hell, I don't care what bad blood is between me and another person... if he/she expresses sympathy at a loss, I'm going to reply and thank them.)
Deb says E seems to have matured a bit in the past year. I took this in, and said I hope she was right. Truth is, I've never had all that much against E. I mean, she's young, and she's had a horrible example of how to behave in the form of her mother, G. That's the one I'm really not keen on. (You may recall her better with her later name: Thieving Whore.)
Anyway, not five minutes later, who walks into the Pocket, but E and her husband. She walked right by our table (Steve and Sharon had joined me there). She looked right in my face, then quickly averted her gaze. I figured it was either (a) because she didn't want to see me or (b) because she didn't recognize me. (She hasn't seen me since I shaved my head, and if my own co-workers didn't recognize me, it's possible she didn't, either.)
Well, feeling a bit tipsy (and, let's be honest, not being the type of person who likes to let ill feelings stand), I went over to say hello. And the reason E averted her gaze was actually (c) she just didn't know how to react upon seeing me.
We really didn't say much. It was idle chat. I asked how the kids were, etc. She asked how Lorelei was doing. There was, though, a seeming regret lingering. I don't recall what she said, but it was in reference to "all that stuff," and I responded with, "Well, sometimes life just sucks."
It was... somewhat surreal. And I still don't know what to make of it.
However, when getting home late that night, she sent me a MySpace message and said we needed to chat. She gave me her number. (Okay, actually, she gave me the wrong number, then corrected it 45 minutes later. I'm thinking she was probably way tipsier than I was.)
Needless to say, I haven't called her, though I did reply tonight to her message. We'll see what she has to say.
Sunday. TrainWreck came over for a visit before going to work. It was nice. I mean, it was nice seeing her with her mom ten days ago... but there were things I wanted to talk to her about that were inappropriate things to ask a teenager in front of a parent.
Get yer damn minds outta the friggin' gutter. Geez.
A year or so ago, TrainWreck went through a bad period. Her emails had turned a bit darker, and I was really worried about her. Before I heard from her concerning the accident, it had been a while since she'd contacted me.
I'm relieved to say that she's through that phase... and yes, that's what she called it. She says the past year has been a big change for her (even before her brush with death). She's much more positive, and I was quite happy to hear that.
Oh, I also had the chance now to ask her something I'd been dying to ever since we got together: "How does it feel knowing that you're way smarter than your mom?" She rolled her eyes and laughed a little, but admitted that it was a bit disconcerting. (And apparently her dad's no rocket scientist, either.) I can well imagine how that must have been.
I can't say I ever felt that way, though. I mean, my dad didn't go to college. He wasn't "book smart." But he was a thoughtful man, a man who wouldn't speak about something he knew nothing about. And he was wise. So, while I was more "learned" than my dad, I never felt "smarter" than him, in that sense. My mom also didn't go to college, but she was definitely bright, and highly creative, and that's its own form of intelligence. She was also a tad psycho, but let's not go there...
Yes, E. (You'll have to head waaaay back to the very early entries of this blog to see who I'm talking about.)
I was a bit taken aback, honestly. Had I looked at the comments on Deb's page, I would've seen comments from her dating back to November. But I didn't actually see that until later in the weekend.
At the Pocket that night, I questioned Deb about it. "Yeah, we've been talking," she said. And in response to my look of surprise, she explained. E had been contacting her regularly for quite a while, but it wasn't until after Deb's ex-husband died unexpectedly, and E expressed her sympathy, that Deb chose to reply. (And hell, I don't care what bad blood is between me and another person... if he/she expresses sympathy at a loss, I'm going to reply and thank them.)
Deb says E seems to have matured a bit in the past year. I took this in, and said I hope she was right. Truth is, I've never had all that much against E. I mean, she's young, and she's had a horrible example of how to behave in the form of her mother, G. That's the one I'm really not keen on. (You may recall her better with her later name: Thieving Whore.)
Anyway, not five minutes later, who walks into the Pocket, but E and her husband. She walked right by our table (Steve and Sharon had joined me there). She looked right in my face, then quickly averted her gaze. I figured it was either (a) because she didn't want to see me or (b) because she didn't recognize me. (She hasn't seen me since I shaved my head, and if my own co-workers didn't recognize me, it's possible she didn't, either.)
Well, feeling a bit tipsy (and, let's be honest, not being the type of person who likes to let ill feelings stand), I went over to say hello. And the reason E averted her gaze was actually (c) she just didn't know how to react upon seeing me.
We really didn't say much. It was idle chat. I asked how the kids were, etc. She asked how Lorelei was doing. There was, though, a seeming regret lingering. I don't recall what she said, but it was in reference to "all that stuff," and I responded with, "Well, sometimes life just sucks."
It was... somewhat surreal. And I still don't know what to make of it.
However, when getting home late that night, she sent me a MySpace message and said we needed to chat. She gave me her number. (Okay, actually, she gave me the wrong number, then corrected it 45 minutes later. I'm thinking she was probably way tipsier than I was.)
Needless to say, I haven't called her, though I did reply tonight to her message. We'll see what she has to say.
Saturday was D&D. (Warning... severe geek alert! You may want to skip ahead!)
It was a nasty session, honestly. The worst part? Our party faced two Beholders at once. Mother. I've never, in all my years of gaming, taken on two at a time. Hell, we'd see just one and we'd about pee ourselves.
Of the seven in the party...
Anyway, I did it. Don't ask me how I got so lucky, but I did. (Turns out Beholders don't care much for being blasted with lightning bolts.)
Scared the poopy out of me, though.
It was a nasty session, honestly. The worst part? Our party faced two Beholders at once. Mother. I've never, in all my years of gaming, taken on two at a time. Hell, we'd see just one and we'd about pee ourselves.
Of the seven in the party...
- Our rogue and our bard were both turned to stone.
- Our paladin was killed outright. (Finger of Death spell. Brutal.)
- Our badass cleric/monk was turned to dust!
- At which point our "Just lemme kill something!" fighter turned tail and ran!
Anyway, I did it. Don't ask me how I got so lucky, but I did. (Turns out Beholders don't care much for being blasted with lightning bolts.)
Scared the poopy out of me, though.
Sunday. TrainWreck came over for a visit before going to work. It was nice. I mean, it was nice seeing her with her mom ten days ago... but there were things I wanted to talk to her about that were inappropriate things to ask a teenager in front of a parent.
Get yer damn minds outta the friggin' gutter. Geez.
A year or so ago, TrainWreck went through a bad period. Her emails had turned a bit darker, and I was really worried about her. Before I heard from her concerning the accident, it had been a while since she'd contacted me.
I'm relieved to say that she's through that phase... and yes, that's what she called it. She says the past year has been a big change for her (even before her brush with death). She's much more positive, and I was quite happy to hear that.
Oh, I also had the chance now to ask her something I'd been dying to ever since we got together: "How does it feel knowing that you're way smarter than your mom?" She rolled her eyes and laughed a little, but admitted that it was a bit disconcerting. (And apparently her dad's no rocket scientist, either.) I can well imagine how that must have been.
I can't say I ever felt that way, though. I mean, my dad didn't go to college. He wasn't "book smart." But he was a thoughtful man, a man who wouldn't speak about something he knew nothing about. And he was wise. So, while I was more "learned" than my dad, I never felt "smarter" than him, in that sense. My mom also didn't go to college, but she was definitely bright, and highly creative, and that's its own form of intelligence. She was also a tad psycho, but let's not go there...
I've been working at picking up some CDs of albums I had on vinyl back in the day, but had never replaced. Now, some of them are very hard to find on CD. I've seen a few on sites like GEMM for upwards of $50. One of them, though, I just looked for last night... It's All In the Game, a rare, all-English album by Nena. I've found it on a couple of used CD sites. The cheapest? GEMM. Their seller wants a mere $145 for it.
Come on, folks. I really want that CD, but not even I am loopy enough to spend that kind of cash for it.
Come on, folks. I really want that CD, but not even I am loopy enough to spend that kind of cash for it.
St. Prick
Santa brought me a cold, this year.
Bastard.
Next year, I'm poisoning his cookies.
Bastard.
Next year, I'm poisoning his cookies.
Well, at least this one's not going to last as long as the one I just got over, last month. It hit me right on the 25th... beginning with a sinus headache. By the time I got to my co-worker's house for dinner, I had a scratchy throat. By the time I left there and went to Debbie's, I knew I was in trouble.
Tuesday was worse. Wednesday, I slept pretty much all day, save for periods of slothful activity here and there. Yesterday? Much better. And so far this morning, I feel even better.
Good thing, as tomorrow's D&D day.
It was nice to talk to my family on Monday. They were really bummed that I couldn't make it home this year. So was I. And it's nobody's fault but my own. I'm lousy with financial planning. I could easily have saved up the money for the trip throughout the year, but didn't.
Next year, though, I'll be there. No question about it.
Today, some errands, I think. I might want to pick up a couple things as gifts for my D&D pals. Sharon's coming over at some point so we can finish up her D&D character. And there's the kickoff of a new City of Heroes plotline in our group at 5:00. Since this is one where I'm a direct participant, I need to do a few things. And again at 9:00 tomorrow morning. (Yeah, I know... I'm a geek. Just deal with it. I do.)
Tuesday was worse. Wednesday, I slept pretty much all day, save for periods of slothful activity here and there. Yesterday? Much better. And so far this morning, I feel even better.
Good thing, as tomorrow's D&D day.
It was nice to talk to my family on Monday. They were really bummed that I couldn't make it home this year. So was I. And it's nobody's fault but my own. I'm lousy with financial planning. I could easily have saved up the money for the trip throughout the year, but didn't.
Next year, though, I'll be there. No question about it.
Today, some errands, I think. I might want to pick up a couple things as gifts for my D&D pals. Sharon's coming over at some point so we can finish up her D&D character. And there's the kickoff of a new City of Heroes plotline in our group at 5:00. Since this is one where I'm a direct participant, I need to do a few things. And again at 9:00 tomorrow morning. (Yeah, I know... I'm a geek. Just deal with it. I do.)
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