Friday: F is for Big Stinking Fear

Friday so didn't start out on the right foot. Horrible sleep, nightmares about being unable to move AS SOMEONE HELD ME DOWN IN BED. It was so real I couldn't tell when the pressure stopped and I got out of bed to turn on the lights to discover that no one was there. Clay later gave me a good explanation as to what may have happened, but good god was that rough.

I received some news that confirmed my suspicions, and while discouraging, was completely understandable. It lets me go forward, and know how things lie. Knowledge is always worth it.

The mage game was going to be a train wreck, I thought. However, I had scripted about three games worth of material out, and that was enough to get me through the evening. Our group really likes to sink their teeth into a scene, so time passed quickly there. Things are about to heat up for them in a major way, and we will get to another good point of revelations and the like.

No clubbing on Friday, instead I stayed in and prepared a few figures for the tournament on Saturday. Again I stayed up late. Again I had less than pleasant dreams, something about my computer swallowing my soul. When did sleep become the enemy?

Saturday: the parts I didn't tell you about

You've heard about the gaming. What you didn't hear about was the fabulousness.

MobileJessie and UncleTang have a sweet pad. I mean it's fucking lush, baby! It oozed character and class furniture and interesting shaped walls. Lots of nooks and crannies and familiar faces. I endured some good natured ribbing when people childed me about my gaming day, and watching with amusement as their conversation turned... to a different game. I bravely tried to turn the conversation to Aqua Teen Hunger Force, which met with some decent success. This group of friends has changed a lot over time, and it was interested to see where and how people fit in this new milenium, in the post VHS years. Of course, some things hadn't changed much at all. On the whole though, the level of stress and tension that used to be there was absent, it was nice to see my friends relaxed and kicking back. Doing what they do best. Making people cry!

I said my good byes, and stopped off at home to change into my fabulous Ritual Designs costume. By now some of you have seen it, and for those who haven't the wait will soon be over. I will pester my roommate tomorrow to take some pictures, and get them uploaded. Mishak's house was overflowing with fabulous people. Its actually a pretty rare occasion for people to get all gussied up when they go to a party, which made tonight all the more dazzling. I resisted the urge to try the Pork Martini, because I trust my friends judgment. If they make a face and say it was horrible, I believe them. My attempts at intoxication were foiled however. Seven ciders and nothing? A little extra loquiciousness and a few extra smiles? BAH! The heat of the evening was overwhelming, or perhaps it was a touch of the flu, or getting used to my new outfit. But I felt fairly out of it most of the night. Shedding the corset helped a lot later in the evening. It was a fun night though, there were lots of small conversations, shared smiles, and friendly contact. And but battles.

The outside air was cold and sharp. The streets held that eerie silence associated with winter, and the souls midnight. My bed was warm and comforting for all that it was empty. Sleep came. And with it, no dreams.

Just another day of righteous fury

Awoke more or less early, sometime around noon. Leisurely sat around the house, watching South Park, invading my roommate's quiet time. Showered, took a little extra time, to wash and scrub and let the heat soak into my bones. Creating a little sauna in our bathroom, my face a dim reflection in the mirror. Sitting in my room then, staring at this interface. Thinking about dark things I could discuss, realizing that I ride the highs and lows of life, and seldom the path in between. Metaphors spun in my head, about fast burning candles and cycles of bliss and agony. And overly flowery sentences.

Off into the cold, and to the House of Q (both regular and Silent) to assume the mantle of a cleric of Pelor and to continue our bi-monthly quest. Made several shocking discoveries, and had some lively debates. We witnessed death and disease, and stood poised on the edge of a great confrontation... and then it was time to go. Pretty images flickered across the TV screen after the game, several of us staying up late to watch some new Playstation games in action. I listened to the discussion they were having, the types of details and nuances specifically found in gamers. It sounded like the discussion I had about Warhammer the day before, or the talks I've had about cards online. But even if you don't game or play videogames, you've had those talks. You've talked about your favorite sports team, or about the do's and don't of cooking, or the best way to groom and care for your pets. It's talking about your hobbies, your passions. Those things you enjoy and hold dear to you. Sometimes they don't mesh with your passions, sometimes they can annoy the hell out of you. But having a passion is better than being without.

Well.

I certainly got over that hump of having nothing to say, didn't I?

Well.

I guess I'll have eggs for dinner tonight. Since I dropped the crate and six of them broke.

Six eggs later...

and some onions, and cheese, and mushrooms, and I had myself a tasty dinner.
However, it was the only food I had today. I crave more. MORE!!!!!!!!
I think some pasta, some broccoli, a little olive oil, and a little soy sauce are now in order.
Then some drinking, and some dancing to go with the running and the lifting.
Oh.
And a nice, warm shower.
Mmmmmm. It's like hedonism, on a small scale.