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After the storm, comes the sun
Mar. 18th, 2010 01:31 pmFriday - the grumblings and mired thoughts of the day are left behind after a night of fun and frolic. the fun quotient at Xmortis continues to grow each time I go out, a pleasnt change. Kissing and nibbling, even if just in the moment, have a way of bringing out the best in a night.
Saturday - 1-2 record? Really? Perhaps I made a miscalculation in my army list for the Colonial GT in April. Perhaps my real miscalculation was not having a drink during my earlier games. The white russian was my secret weapon. A plan was launched at Sara's CD party, and I will be leading an expedition to SinOMatic for a friend's daughters first trip to the club. Pith helmets and PVC are mandatory.
Sunday - the deluge continues. another vicious beat down on the tables. Are my dice trying to tell me something? Could there be other... possibilites on the Horizon.
Monday - It's only four days into the rain storm. Thirty six more days before I can really worry. Raods are flooded, and I take a long way home in the rain to witness the engorged steams and new rivers that ran where highways used to be. Despite the rain and the fickle nature of technology, the evening is spent in pleasant company with Chinese food, fuzzy pants, and Buffy.
Tuesday - I have a Golden Ticket! But to claim it, I need a Fairy Godmother. The hunt begins, as the clouds roll away.
Wednesday - the hunt ends, my Fairy Godmother and I are going to the Chocolate Factory!
Saturday - 1-2 record? Really? Perhaps I made a miscalculation in my army list for the Colonial GT in April. Perhaps my real miscalculation was not having a drink during my earlier games. The white russian was my secret weapon. A plan was launched at Sara's CD party, and I will be leading an expedition to SinOMatic for a friend's daughters first trip to the club. Pith helmets and PVC are mandatory.
Sunday - the deluge continues. another vicious beat down on the tables. Are my dice trying to tell me something? Could there be other... possibilites on the Horizon.
Monday - It's only four days into the rain storm. Thirty six more days before I can really worry. Raods are flooded, and I take a long way home in the rain to witness the engorged steams and new rivers that ran where highways used to be. Despite the rain and the fickle nature of technology, the evening is spent in pleasant company with Chinese food, fuzzy pants, and Buffy.
Tuesday - I have a Golden Ticket! But to claim it, I need a Fairy Godmother. The hunt begins, as the clouds roll away.
Wednesday - the hunt ends, my Fairy Godmother and I are going to the Chocolate Factory!
