I like the sleep
Gaming was great last night... even if I did have only 15 minutes notice to get ready and end up doing battle with my stockings in the back of a taxi -takes me back to my getting changed after work on the way to Notts in the back of the R1 days ;)
There was Pizza and plot movement (despite my 'partner' not being there, which was a bit of magic on behalf of the GM as I was meant to be communicating with the crew through him!) and general socialisation with geeks :) I've found a regular sci-fi conner- with an awesome collection.
Last night did confirm for me my theory on Sheffield Taxis- You must always order them for five minutes after you really want one- because they will always be early! (Then behave rather inpatiently, forgetting that it's there stupid fault if they have to sit there for five minutes whilst I do my eyeliner.)
I got up at seven this morning in order to have a shower and finally sort out my hair- disrupting a particularly interesting dream. There were tares in the sky and red rain was falling that held a chemical that damaged the super-ego (I'm not Freudian, but my mind decided to use my old psychology lessons). This left behind in people’s psyche the id (selfish) and the ego (how to achieve selfish goals) and therefore removing the conscience. This left people behaving very selfishly with no thought for the results of their action. I didn't know whom or what had caused it, but I was running around warning people to stay in doors and spit out any that they got in their mouths. Very bizarre.
There was Pizza and plot movement (despite my 'partner' not being there, which was a bit of magic on behalf of the GM as I was meant to be communicating with the crew through him!) and general socialisation with geeks :) I've found a regular sci-fi conner- with an awesome collection.
Last night did confirm for me my theory on Sheffield Taxis- You must always order them for five minutes after you really want one- because they will always be early! (Then behave rather inpatiently, forgetting that it's there stupid fault if they have to sit there for five minutes whilst I do my eyeliner.)
I got up at seven this morning in order to have a shower and finally sort out my hair- disrupting a particularly interesting dream. There were tares in the sky and red rain was falling that held a chemical that damaged the super-ego (I'm not Freudian, but my mind decided to use my old psychology lessons). This left behind in people’s psyche the id (selfish) and the ego (how to achieve selfish goals) and therefore removing the conscience. This left people behaving very selfishly with no thought for the results of their action. I didn't know whom or what had caused it, but I was running around warning people to stay in doors and spit out any that they got in their mouths. Very bizarre.