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Sigh. I hate formally pushing the pause button on such a cool thing, but I just am not in Writing Mode, Creating Mode, or really even Roleplaying Mode these days. Besides, it would've been an extremely tiny game . . . I think half of the 'active' group was going to give it a miss.
But I do feel bad for the handful that were looking forward to it. I probably should've cancelled a few weeks ago. I feel really strange these days. Not down or sad or even blah, just . . . there's a thick layer of fuzz on the inside of my brain and thinking comes slower. I thought buzzing the fuzz on the outside would reverse the effects, but not yet.
Coyote has been extremely cute lately, despite his protestations to the contrary. Extremely affectionate and adorable. I woke up in the middle of the night a few days ago with a migraine like a spear-point through my head. And he was right there, petting me and giving me water and miracle migraine-go-away drugs and reading me some of my favourite A.A. Milne poems. He's quite a wonderful lover-type-being. Spousal unit. Whatever.
Work has been slower. I wish I lived closer, I'd much prefer to walk to my schools when it's too snowy to bike. I know I ought to get another part-time job, but I think it has to be a telecommuting one. Though I guess I could swing something close by. This post sponsored by the adjective 'dry'.
But I do feel bad for the handful that were looking forward to it. I probably should've cancelled a few weeks ago. I feel really strange these days. Not down or sad or even blah, just . . . there's a thick layer of fuzz on the inside of my brain and thinking comes slower. I thought buzzing the fuzz on the outside would reverse the effects, but not yet.
Coyote has been extremely cute lately, despite his protestations to the contrary. Extremely affectionate and adorable. I woke up in the middle of the night a few days ago with a migraine like a spear-point through my head. And he was right there, petting me and giving me water and miracle migraine-go-away drugs and reading me some of my favourite A.A. Milne poems. He's quite a wonderful lover-type-being. Spousal unit. Whatever.
Work has been slower. I wish I lived closer, I'd much prefer to walk to my schools when it's too snowy to bike. I know I ought to get another part-time job, but I think it has to be a telecommuting one. Though I guess I could swing something close by. This post sponsored by the adjective 'dry'.