I finally did the first session of my rpg campaign on Monday. Ben was estatic, but he thought the session itself was too short.
I felt sick on Monday, but I did it anyway, because I knew it would make me happy not to put it off any longer. I needed *something* to make me happy. Monday was my birthday. Being sick on your birthday stinks.
Eyes of Infistar stands at 13?? words, but I didn't write yesterday, and I won't write today. Got some stupid stomach bug dragging me down, and I couldn't sleep last night, and now I'm too tired to concentrate.
But at least I am started.
And I've got no email, I think I'm going to go into withdrawal!
Okay, so I won't really, but only because I'm still *getting* email, I just can't send any right now.
And I'll tell you, that's growing old real fast. I hope the tech people have emailed Boyd with an explanation by now.
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