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The first day is the hardest
Apr. 19th, 2011 05:15 pmTwo weeks or so have passed, and the weather slowly gets warmer. How are things in my world? On the dice rolling front, they are very nice. I came home from the Colonial with the highest score for our club: three wins, two losses, eighteenth out of sixty overall, eleventh best painting. I never lost my cool during my games, or felt like throwing anything. I accomplished that goal, and having a winning record. I also polished off most of a bottle of Kraken with no ill effects. A win-win-win situation! I attended the first round of the Cheestfest that is the GW Ard Boyz tournament. I won first place in that, getting some free models and a shot at the semi-finals in May.
I rode that high to Sin-O-Matic, but too much alcohol and old insecurities called back the daemons, they were a-howlin'. Thankfully Sara was with me and we banished said daemons with some Rock Band. I should have passed on DND the next day, I was in no fit shape to play or do much of anything. I hate the necessary evil of "shopping for items" but we are on the road to our next adventure, and time will pass quickly.
I used to think that Monday's were especially poisonous to me, but maybe it's just whatever day the week begins. My brain was full of poisonous thoughts for most of the day. My boss praised my work last year, and I had another stellar review. But it still feels like a thunderstorm going on in my brain. There's been a lot of kicking open doors in my brain during therapy. While it's a necessary step, it's also a very painful one. I don't know how you sane people manage to cope.
That's a little joke.
Anyway, my shaggy hair is all trimmed and sexified. One more day in the office, and one more day worknig from home, and then I'm off to San Francisco for a week of adventures. Jason tells me I'll fall in love with it and not want to come back. A few voices in the back of my head tell me nothing will change. Somewhere in the middle, I will find the Truth.
I rode that high to Sin-O-Matic, but too much alcohol and old insecurities called back the daemons, they were a-howlin'. Thankfully Sara was with me and we banished said daemons with some Rock Band. I should have passed on DND the next day, I was in no fit shape to play or do much of anything. I hate the necessary evil of "shopping for items" but we are on the road to our next adventure, and time will pass quickly.
I used to think that Monday's were especially poisonous to me, but maybe it's just whatever day the week begins. My brain was full of poisonous thoughts for most of the day. My boss praised my work last year, and I had another stellar review. But it still feels like a thunderstorm going on in my brain. There's been a lot of kicking open doors in my brain during therapy. While it's a necessary step, it's also a very painful one. I don't know how you sane people manage to cope.
That's a little joke.
Anyway, my shaggy hair is all trimmed and sexified. One more day in the office, and one more day worknig from home, and then I'm off to San Francisco for a week of adventures. Jason tells me I'll fall in love with it and not want to come back. A few voices in the back of my head tell me nothing will change. Somewhere in the middle, I will find the Truth.
