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serindeoh God am I ever tired. I'm up at this horrific hour to take ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bychoice to the airport, which I volunteered for, but I didn't mean to go to bed at 12:30 {but then, I never do mean to do that, do I?} and moreover scarcely sleeping at all last night was not in the game plan either. For the Triple Crown of duh!, Tuesday night I slept hardly at all because I stupidly had a cup of tea at dinner, which would have kept me tossing and turning even before I'd mostly cut caffeine out of my life.
Last night's game was good for activity, but very poor for roleplaying. It started out well, but devolved into alternating between a jokefest and sundry rules arguments. Steve was right up there with the offenders, even after I gave him the international married symbol of Cut It The Fuck Out, and then said afterwards what a cranky pooky I was. Hmph. Also, the bard did some very stupid things again, one of which got me close to getting killed because I went to bail him out. I mailed to the list an in-character rant at him to stop acting like a child on holiday, and put a disclaimer at the bottom that this rant was all coming from Drea's personality (because sometimes the line blurs when our group is arguing about stuff, and I didn't want to make it about player attitudes). It's not precisely a falsehood, because she is thinking entirely that way...it's just that I happen to agree with her. Such a coincidence, nu?
I predict that by about 2pm I will be whimpering for a bed. Any bed.
bychoice to the airport, which I volunteered for, but I didn't mean to go to bed at 12:30 {but then, I never do mean to do that, do I?} and moreover scarcely sleeping at all last night was not in the game plan either. For the Triple Crown of duh!, Tuesday night I slept hardly at all because I stupidly had a cup of tea at dinner, which would have kept me tossing and turning even before I'd mostly cut caffeine out of my life. Last night's game was good for activity, but very poor for roleplaying. It started out well, but devolved into alternating between a jokefest and sundry rules arguments. Steve was right up there with the offenders, even after I gave him the international married symbol of Cut It The Fuck Out, and then said afterwards what a cranky pooky I was. Hmph. Also, the bard did some very stupid things again, one of which got me close to getting killed because I went to bail him out. I mailed to the list an in-character rant at him to stop acting like a child on holiday, and put a disclaimer at the bottom that this rant was all coming from Drea's personality (because sometimes the line blurs when our group is arguing about stuff, and I didn't want to make it about player attitudes). It's not precisely a falsehood, because she is thinking entirely that way...it's just that I happen to agree with her. Such a coincidence, nu?
I predict that by about 2pm I will be whimpering for a bed. Any bed.
