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beansideI am getting a late start to my morning, and I feel weird about it. Normally, even on my days off, I'm up by 7am, but today, I was a lump, and slept til 9! For me that's unheard of. Part of me feels guilty about it, because what if Dad had wanted to get up?!? He totally didn't, he's still snoring, and my sister would just have to have interrupted her snoring to help him. But that part of me that feels like I should be responsible for everything in the known universe is still feels a little bad about it.
Yesterday was a chill day. I did my game prep, and not a whole lot else. Fortunately, I came up with an idea for the MotW game and got that written out, complete with pulling on a few plot threads, and potentially giving them the chance to resolve one. Of course, resolving that one may pull another further along, but it's something. The theme of MotW is fuck around and find out. They did nearly two years of fucking around, and now all the finding out is cascading around them. Seriously though, I love all my games, but MotW has a special place in my heart. It's my longest running game and it's so fucking fun. I always have my inhaler handy when we play, because they will make me laugh until I wheeze.
Which reminded me to check the tracking on my inhaler, which has been stuck in Elkridge, MD for six days. I finally called Express Scripts and they're going to express a new prescription to me. Hopefully, it gets here before I run out, as that's not something I want to be without.
Then, I remembered that I needed to go get my Ambien prescription, and I wanted to do that before I forgot. So, now I am up and dressed and productive.
Today we play Lost Mine of Phandelver after a long dry spell. I still feel like I'm getting the hang of the game, but so far it's been fun.
Last night was Curse of Strahd, which is always a blast. I have a party of total disaster goths, and they're awesome. After a brief werewolf fight at the windmill, they traveled to Vallaki, where civil unrest is high. They went to the church, where they're hoping to offload the two children they picked up at the windmill, and maybe Ireena as well. The priest informed them that recently someone stole the saints bones that kept the church and city safe from their resting place. We wrapped there, as it was late, and everyone was fading.
Okay, on that note, I'm going to sign off and go fetch Dad breakfast. Everyone have a stupendous Saturday!
Yesterday was a chill day. I did my game prep, and not a whole lot else. Fortunately, I came up with an idea for the MotW game and got that written out, complete with pulling on a few plot threads, and potentially giving them the chance to resolve one. Of course, resolving that one may pull another further along, but it's something. The theme of MotW is fuck around and find out. They did nearly two years of fucking around, and now all the finding out is cascading around them. Seriously though, I love all my games, but MotW has a special place in my heart. It's my longest running game and it's so fucking fun. I always have my inhaler handy when we play, because they will make me laugh until I wheeze.
Which reminded me to check the tracking on my inhaler, which has been stuck in Elkridge, MD for six days. I finally called Express Scripts and they're going to express a new prescription to me. Hopefully, it gets here before I run out, as that's not something I want to be without.
Then, I remembered that I needed to go get my Ambien prescription, and I wanted to do that before I forgot. So, now I am up and dressed and productive.
Today we play Lost Mine of Phandelver after a long dry spell. I still feel like I'm getting the hang of the game, but so far it's been fun.
Last night was Curse of Strahd, which is always a blast. I have a party of total disaster goths, and they're awesome. After a brief werewolf fight at the windmill, they traveled to Vallaki, where civil unrest is high. They went to the church, where they're hoping to offload the two children they picked up at the windmill, and maybe Ireena as well. The priest informed them that recently someone stole the saints bones that kept the church and city safe from their resting place. We wrapped there, as it was late, and everyone was fading.
Okay, on that note, I'm going to sign off and go fetch Dad breakfast. Everyone have a stupendous Saturday!
