When it almost seemed too much I see your face and sense the grace and feel the magic in your touch
I'm so tired this morning y'all. I woke up with a headache, and my shoulder is pissed, and I just want to go back to bed. Alas, the doggo has an appointment at 9 for grooming, so that's not going to happen.
I really don't feel like doing the dog's grooming. We're poor and not going to be able to give the groomer as much of a tip as normal, which is stressing me out. But that's okay. I will suck it up, and do the things I need to do, and then come back and take a nap.
Yesterday we had Frostmaiden, which was a lovely time. It was about 70% roleplay, 25% friends bullshitting, and 5% combat. That turned out to be a good mix, and I think everyone had fun. I feel a little bad for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
poisontaster, who rejoined last session after having to drop early in the campaign. There's 3 1/2 years of history that we're all disjointedly trying to catch her up on. Thank god, one of my players is a prolific note taker. She chronicles everything, and puts her notes up on google drive for reference. It has saved my ass more than once. So, when she has time, PT can read an enormous book of 71 sessions worth of plot. It's definitely the size of a Stephen King book, at least. (Though I feel there are probably more memes in the notes than King uses).
Tonight, we have a two shot, Lich Showdown, which looks like fun. I'm looking forward to playing it. Tomorrow, we have Mine Finders, which I need to do a bit of work for. I've got time--it's not til 5:30pm.
Seems like it's going to be a fussy day with dad. Joy. I've already been short with him this morning once for demanding shit while I'm busy holding his goddamn urinal. I'm trying to impress upon him that pleasantries are helpful. Instead of "get me a wet rag," maybe try "when you are finished, could I please have a warm wet rag for my eyes?"
I feel a little guilty, but I'm so tired of him. He's my father and I love him, but I also resent the fuck out of him. I literally broke myself caretaking him, and my body will never fully recover from that. Even with surgery, I'm never going to be the same. I'm so angry about it. Actually, I'm angry about the whole situation. I hear his whiny call for Jess while I'm working and I just want to scream. I hate that they're stuck dealing with my family's mess, and I'm terrified they're going to damage themselves. It's a constant swing between anxiety and anger and I'm sick of it.
Okay, done venting. Sorry. He just started before I got a sip of coffee, and we all know that makes me doubly cranky. Okay, I should go get myself together to take Yoda for his day of beauty. Everyone have a perfectly lovely Saturday!
I really don't feel like doing the dog's grooming. We're poor and not going to be able to give the groomer as much of a tip as normal, which is stressing me out. But that's okay. I will suck it up, and do the things I need to do, and then come back and take a nap.
Yesterday we had Frostmaiden, which was a lovely time. It was about 70% roleplay, 25% friends bullshitting, and 5% combat. That turned out to be a good mix, and I think everyone had fun. I feel a little bad for
poisontaster, who rejoined last session after having to drop early in the campaign. There's 3 1/2 years of history that we're all disjointedly trying to catch her up on. Thank god, one of my players is a prolific note taker. She chronicles everything, and puts her notes up on google drive for reference. It has saved my ass more than once. So, when she has time, PT can read an enormous book of 71 sessions worth of plot. It's definitely the size of a Stephen King book, at least. (Though I feel there are probably more memes in the notes than King uses).Tonight, we have a two shot, Lich Showdown, which looks like fun. I'm looking forward to playing it. Tomorrow, we have Mine Finders, which I need to do a bit of work for. I've got time--it's not til 5:30pm.
Seems like it's going to be a fussy day with dad. Joy. I've already been short with him this morning once for demanding shit while I'm busy holding his goddamn urinal. I'm trying to impress upon him that pleasantries are helpful. Instead of "get me a wet rag," maybe try "when you are finished, could I please have a warm wet rag for my eyes?"
I feel a little guilty, but I'm so tired of him. He's my father and I love him, but I also resent the fuck out of him. I literally broke myself caretaking him, and my body will never fully recover from that. Even with surgery, I'm never going to be the same. I'm so angry about it. Actually, I'm angry about the whole situation. I hear his whiny call for Jess while I'm working and I just want to scream. I hate that they're stuck dealing with my family's mess, and I'm terrified they're going to damage themselves. It's a constant swing between anxiety and anger and I'm sick of it.
Okay, done venting. Sorry. He just started before I got a sip of coffee, and we all know that makes me doubly cranky. Okay, I should go get myself together to take Yoda for his day of beauty. Everyone have a perfectly lovely Saturday!