I’m tired this morning, but happy. I joined a play-by-chat-room D&D campaign and our first session started at 9pm last night. About midnight, I was fading, but the DM encouraged me to stay 25 more minutes, so I did. Unfortunately, as always happens in these games, 25 minutes stretched and I didn’t log off until about 1am. D’oh!
It’s a very good DM. If I didn’t know that he was so scrupulous, though, I’d suspect that perhaps me getting attacked so often last night was some kind of revenge, what with me accidentally getting our entire party, including him, killed by mind flayers last time we played. Hey, these things happen. However, he is scrupulous, and entertaining, and as I say, a very good DM.
It’s a good group, too. Sample dialogue from last night: we were entering a mine and came to a lift that could take us down into the depths. My Dwarf, Palin (what, it’s a good Dwarven name!), was concerned that it might be too loud and alert any creatures that we were coming.
Palin: I hope the winch is oiled up.
Val, our rogue: That’s what she said.
This is the level of discourse, my friends. Just the way I like it. However, from now on, I can’t stay up until 1am. I feel fine now, but I have a feeling that around 2pm I’m going to be hurtin’. Hopefully I’ll still be bright eyed for the Pushing Daisies premiere tonight.
In spite of the late night, I WILL go running this morning, once it warms up a little. Until then, I’m stamping boxes and getting Jayne hats ready to ship out. I’m also doing some laundry, which seems to call for this little gem from the Oct 1943 Better Homes and Gardens. If, like me, your eyes are going, you can click on “all sizes” and “original” on the flickr page to read the text the most clearly.
Okay, time to put some drops in the cat’s ears, hang out some clothes, and stamp some boxes!
