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Feb. 11th, 2002 01:08 pmIt feels like I haven't slept since last Wednesday. The days grew longer and longer, every attempt at a long night's sleep was foiled. Even when I got relatively good amounts of sleep.
The game on Friday at Ravenloft was lots of fun; finishing off Mat's game and getting ready for mine. I treated everyone to a sushi dinner, as I got my federal income tax return. I wanted sushi, and was feeling generous.
Saturday's gaming was ... sucktastic. The deck I played today could deliver some damage, but didn't have the finishing power. In the end, I got 0 points, and a shitload of frustration. Tricia almost inherited my card collection. But I made several physical efforts to cheer up and relax. It eased the worst of the tension. It's a pride issue really. I've been playing this game since it first debuted almost 10 years ago, and I'd expect that I'd be a better player by now. But the evidence doesn't add up to that. I'm not really looking forward to the regional tryouts in two weeks.
The party on Saturday night was rather interesting. Take a collection of old and new friends, mix together with copious amounts of alcohol and music videos, and observe. There were little dramas here and there, some people seemed to run on auto pilot, or act exactly as expected. But the vibe of the evening was good, and it persevered, and people were happy. What more could you want from a party?
Sunday I ran the megabattle out at Danger Planet, I only got 6 other participants, so I sat out and officiated. It was a good time, people enjoyed themselves, and may epic moments were had. I returned home that night and exhaustion cut the legs from under me. But I couldn't sleep. I sat there painting and priming, feeling tense and unfocused. Eventually, mercifully, I went to sleep.
Today hasn't helped. Bad sleep, still disjointed, in fact many people are feeling that way. I wondered how much of it was based on what we read: someone feels odd, another person reads it and feels the same way. Is it a meme? Some weird karmic backlash? The weather? Who knows. The universe is, as usual, frustratingly short of answers.
The game on Friday at Ravenloft was lots of fun; finishing off Mat's game and getting ready for mine. I treated everyone to a sushi dinner, as I got my federal income tax return. I wanted sushi, and was feeling generous.
Saturday's gaming was ... sucktastic. The deck I played today could deliver some damage, but didn't have the finishing power. In the end, I got 0 points, and a shitload of frustration. Tricia almost inherited my card collection. But I made several physical efforts to cheer up and relax. It eased the worst of the tension. It's a pride issue really. I've been playing this game since it first debuted almost 10 years ago, and I'd expect that I'd be a better player by now. But the evidence doesn't add up to that. I'm not really looking forward to the regional tryouts in two weeks.
The party on Saturday night was rather interesting. Take a collection of old and new friends, mix together with copious amounts of alcohol and music videos, and observe. There were little dramas here and there, some people seemed to run on auto pilot, or act exactly as expected. But the vibe of the evening was good, and it persevered, and people were happy. What more could you want from a party?
Sunday I ran the megabattle out at Danger Planet, I only got 6 other participants, so I sat out and officiated. It was a good time, people enjoyed themselves, and may epic moments were had. I returned home that night and exhaustion cut the legs from under me. But I couldn't sleep. I sat there painting and priming, feeling tense and unfocused. Eventually, mercifully, I went to sleep.
Today hasn't helped. Bad sleep, still disjointed, in fact many people are feeling that way. I wondered how much of it was based on what we read: someone feels odd, another person reads it and feels the same way. Is it a meme? Some weird karmic backlash? The weather? Who knows. The universe is, as usual, frustratingly short of answers.
