Better?

I half expected to get into a major fight tonight.
Instead I had a good time walking zombie movies, and black hole movies, and leprachaun movies. I had people leaning against my legs and heads leaning on my shoulders.

You try to fight against fate, to challenge your lot in life.

There are bright stars in the firmament, and dim stars. There are magnets of personalities, and those that repel. And there are those who can't see their gifts, or no one else can see them. Everything moves in a cycle, but the duration ofa cycle can be the length of your life. This might not be helping my desireability at all, but how many people have the guts to show all of themselves?

Flaws and elbows and rakish good looks, you get it all here. Your $9.50 worth. Enjoy.

Weary

Tonigh's DND session bogged a bit in combat, but was pretty rewarding. Now that my cleric can raise the dead, party fatalities won't sting as much. As long as I remain alive, that is.

I have some more social engagements to look forward to this week, which I'm glad for. Some are planned, some I'd like to plan. I'd also like to rent those horror films I talked about at some point, perhaps that will happen this week too.

This weekend was emotionally draining. It was more of a disembowling actually, which occured early on and took several days to heal. I think it's still healing now. Still this was my first bad day all year, so I think that's a nice stretch all in all.