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Feb. 2nd, 2010 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jchrisobrienThree times. I posted THREE times last month. I guess if you have nothing nice to say...
Last Friday I finally hosted my poker night. We had a rotating crew of no more than ten people, many new players, and a few veterans. The stakes were low, but the drama and excitement was high. Many references were made to Kenny Rodgers and Lady Gaga. I think everyone had a blast, and there will be more such nights in the future. I may need to invest in a second table, or at least upgrade our listing table in the dining room. The minute I started thinking about making a big purchase, the check engine light came on in my car. It's in the shop now, we'll see what the computer says tomorrow.
Saturday I survived my Crossift workout, but at great cost. I made it through my date with out any significant impairment, but by the time DND rolled around the next day I was all torn up. (From the gym, not the date). The new campaign is underway, we are exploring what became of the world after being locked underground for four hundred years. I'm getting used to my character, and how he fits in with the rest of the group. The soreness was even worse on Monday, plunging the whole day into an exercise in misery. All social plans were banished, I hovered on the edge of sleep and consciousness all night, until it was time to go to sleep. Then every little tick and creek in the house dragged me awake. Every hiss and pop and sudden house noise set my heart racing, and even though it was stupid I ended up going to my office to play computer games until 2:30, when I was finally tired again. Stupid brain.
Today was moderately better than yesterday, but it took me until now to trust myself to write something with a decent perspective. There are a few other nebulous date ideas, but nothing inspiring. I need to plot out the next phase of my table top game, since we are finally going to wrap up my current story on Thursday. My enthusiasm is still flagging, and I need to get to the bottom of it. Remember when you used to love telling stories, Silas? I'd like for you to rekindle that.
Last Friday I finally hosted my poker night. We had a rotating crew of no more than ten people, many new players, and a few veterans. The stakes were low, but the drama and excitement was high. Many references were made to Kenny Rodgers and Lady Gaga. I think everyone had a blast, and there will be more such nights in the future. I may need to invest in a second table, or at least upgrade our listing table in the dining room. The minute I started thinking about making a big purchase, the check engine light came on in my car. It's in the shop now, we'll see what the computer says tomorrow.
Saturday I survived my Crossift workout, but at great cost. I made it through my date with out any significant impairment, but by the time DND rolled around the next day I was all torn up. (From the gym, not the date). The new campaign is underway, we are exploring what became of the world after being locked underground for four hundred years. I'm getting used to my character, and how he fits in with the rest of the group. The soreness was even worse on Monday, plunging the whole day into an exercise in misery. All social plans were banished, I hovered on the edge of sleep and consciousness all night, until it was time to go to sleep. Then every little tick and creek in the house dragged me awake. Every hiss and pop and sudden house noise set my heart racing, and even though it was stupid I ended up going to my office to play computer games until 2:30, when I was finally tired again. Stupid brain.
Today was moderately better than yesterday, but it took me until now to trust myself to write something with a decent perspective. There are a few other nebulous date ideas, but nothing inspiring. I need to plot out the next phase of my table top game, since we are finally going to wrap up my current story on Thursday. My enthusiasm is still flagging, and I need to get to the bottom of it. Remember when you used to love telling stories, Silas? I'd like for you to rekindle that.
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Date: 2010-02-02 09:28 pm (UTC)Damn, dude! ;)
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Date: 2010-02-02 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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