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Ugh, it's Sunday. Which meant that my alarm went off promptly at 6am while I silently cursed at it. I was warm and comfy and did not want to get out of bed. But alas, money. I definitely need the money. Also, if I'm honest, I'd probably be bored all day, since our game today isn't until 5:30. So, here I am, watching the sun rise.

Yesterdays game was a lot of fun, we played Dragon Heist and were in a particularly fighty part. It was with Jess' friends and [personal profile] poisontaster and I really enjoy DMing for them. They're chaos muppets in the best way. All Id, not much in the way of planning ahead, which really keeps me on my toes. Jess' character nearly got curb stomped by a mindflayer, which will eat your brain if it knocks you out. But, instead of pulling away, the character, Rhys just kept stabbing. He has a low intelligence and wisdom score and I love him. Earlier, in a fight with crow people, PT's character got her lunch eaten. Hanaoke did the rogue thing and got in a wicked sneak attack, but had used up all of her movement to get there, and was stuck for a round while the crow she'd stabbed replied in kind. Since there's only four players, and none are full healers, I have an NPC cleric that I pilot and she was kept busy dropping heals on them.

The rest of the evening was less thrilling as my sister went off to do laundry, since she'll be out most of today with the BIL's father's memorial lunch/get together. Jess and I both ended up with a bit of a migraine, and dad was especially annoying.

I love him very much. But oh my god, I was so angry last night at everything. We've come to the conclusion that he's very much neuroatypical, and probably somewhat on the spectrum. (I know, armchair diagnosis, but that's what we've got.). But he thinks he's being funny and it is just annoying as fuck. Last night, I was sitting on the sofa not 15 feet from him, and motherfucker texted me that he wanted dinner. Two words, "Feed me." He's lucky I didn't smack him right then. It's not like he fucking eats what I serve him anyway. I cut up a chicken thigh and gave him a wad of potato salad, and I swear, if there were three or four pieces of chicken that didn't go to the dog, it was a miracle. The potato salad (from the store) was eaten, since he knows he can't give that to the dog. By the time he said he wanted to go to bed, I was just done. Normally, I'd push him to stay up a little later, but as I said to my sister, "I just do not care tonight and I'm not going to fight him on it. If he wants to go to bed at 7:30, fine." I dislike being angry, it's just not my normal state of being, but holy shit, I was just pissed at everything.

I mean, it's better than the constant dread I was having before, I suppose? I guess? We're slowly creeping closer to our vacation, and I'm really looking forward to that. I'm trying to get a travel business going, so that's a thing, too. I decided that I hated the website they gave me, so I set up my own. Get Away With Teresa. I need to add some links to it, but this is what I got after a couple of hours of noodling around. Now, I need to finish the travel law courses so I can have my mentoring session and maybe know what the fuck I'm doing.

I'm set up with Disney and Expedia, so that's a start. Next up, probably the cruise lines and Sandals resorts. I think those are the big ones. The rest I can get set up with as I need them.

Okay, time to go forth and get my shit together for work. Have a wonderful Sunday!
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