Giveth, taketh away.

Lovely evening last night; I took Steve out to dinner to celebrate having reached the halfway point of my weight loss goal (this may seem somewhat counterproductive, I know). Then we sat and talked by the fountain in Union Square Park for awhile, as we'd finished dinner having just entered the Long Gap of No Trains. Unfortunately, when we got home, the machine he uses to get to his work stuff was possessed by devils so he was messing with that til past bedtime. (This morning, of course, it's back to normal.)

Must have been a tide change or something, because this morning has been similarly annoying for me, in the dipshit callers department. And though we have lots of things to chew over on the D&D list, no one seems to be answering; some are busy, and I suspect certain others are so excited about Cthulhu that they're not thinking much about D&D. I have more than sufficient capacity to be excited about both...

Stomach a little bit wibbly. I don't know if this is from copious overeating last night or a touch of whatever's plaguing the redheads, but either way, it's inclining me not to go to aikido today.

*gurgle*

We are definitely not with the happy guts today. If I am again prevented from going dancing by an unquiet belly, I shall be very put out.

I'll break down and confess that IM really is all that and a bag of chips. Zach and I just went through my planned revision of Drea (since we're converting our characters to the D&D 3.5 rules, he said we could make certain retcons within limits) this afternoon and now all is complete except re-rolling hit points, which of course must be done in person. I've also been working through Mike's proposed prestige class, which has a few Issues. Behold, productivity.