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In no particular order...
Friday - Rock karaoke is a bad idea. So is cider on pills but it's that or earache with a poor sense of humour. Booze wins, escorting wife through town nearly as amusing as spooking bouncer types with Broz as we synchronise footsteps. Honestly, we look like Gaiman wrote us. Evening of moderate event, neck seizes up and feeling out of sorts. Sleep. Blessed sleep.
Saturday - Sleep. Then organisation. Food comes a late third but is made up for throughout day with assorted meat (including exquisite peppered beef). Had enough of cold now, it's going and I don't care if I'm still partially deaf. Game is good - have to crack Paradox eggs to make Bane omelette because our shapeshifters are a fractious bunch and the ref has entirely too much fun with offended NPCs. Our ability to damage hotels is beginning to rival your typical '70s stadium band - at times like this, I wish I had flunkies. No really I do.
Sunday - Dad drops a 'how'd you like to come with us to visit your aunt on your wedding anniversary to get me out of trouble' on me. Paperwork (oh so much paperwork). Proppage (a bit but the players still outcontent me). Cat herding (like a purrfessional). Vampire DVD bought last minute sears the eyes of innocent players with naked Europeans and unspeakable facial hair. Impromptu encounters and personalised plot seem to be getting much favour though the big backdrop item is causing concerns (just where are all those skull-faced cyborgs coming from?). Hit sack about 1am very glad tomorrow's a holiday. What do you mean, in town before 9 to go to gym? You (sleep now young padawan)
Monday - A day of decadence. 3 hours in the gym followed by Delta Green (with d20 conversions) over hot chocolate, followed by steak (Soulfood Steakhouse not bad - service needs to be a little more brisk though) and then game. Getting the hang of this characterisation malarkey. Subtle cues are making the difference though it may help if Nottingham City Transport stop being muppets and get us there on time. Spacetime continuum bent to get back and in bed. Router fixed by power of avoiding PC all day.
Today - Gee. Why? Erm. Resulting Paradox backlash from exercise causes me to think then fall asleep four times in a row then get to work just. in. time. Spend day motivating enervated team and keeping the humour in tech. support (and if you ask me if a dog is hardware or software, I shall say does it have a lead?) from becoming too highbrow. Day drags, web server thrashes and I eschew gym for early evening home. NCT once again muppetise me and I catch wrong bus home; the shortcut gets me home 1 minute before late-working wife. Recognising the hand of fate in this I order pizza. And it is good.
Who knows what tomorrow brings?
Friday - Rock karaoke is a bad idea. So is cider on pills but it's that or earache with a poor sense of humour. Booze wins, escorting wife through town nearly as amusing as spooking bouncer types with Broz as we synchronise footsteps. Honestly, we look like Gaiman wrote us. Evening of moderate event, neck seizes up and feeling out of sorts. Sleep. Blessed sleep.
Saturday - Sleep. Then organisation. Food comes a late third but is made up for throughout day with assorted meat (including exquisite peppered beef). Had enough of cold now, it's going and I don't care if I'm still partially deaf. Game is good - have to crack Paradox eggs to make Bane omelette because our shapeshifters are a fractious bunch and the ref has entirely too much fun with offended NPCs. Our ability to damage hotels is beginning to rival your typical '70s stadium band - at times like this, I wish I had flunkies. No really I do.
Sunday - Dad drops a 'how'd you like to come with us to visit your aunt on your wedding anniversary to get me out of trouble' on me. Paperwork (oh so much paperwork). Proppage (a bit but the players still outcontent me). Cat herding (like a purrfessional). Vampire DVD bought last minute sears the eyes of innocent players with naked Europeans and unspeakable facial hair. Impromptu encounters and personalised plot seem to be getting much favour though the big backdrop item is causing concerns (just where are all those skull-faced cyborgs coming from?). Hit sack about 1am very glad tomorrow's a holiday. What do you mean, in town before 9 to go to gym? You (sleep now young padawan)
Monday - A day of decadence. 3 hours in the gym followed by Delta Green (with d20 conversions) over hot chocolate, followed by steak (Soulfood Steakhouse not bad - service needs to be a little more brisk though) and then game. Getting the hang of this characterisation malarkey. Subtle cues are making the difference though it may help if Nottingham City Transport stop being muppets and get us there on time. Spacetime continuum bent to get back and in bed. Router fixed by power of avoiding PC all day.
Today - Gee. Why? Erm. Resulting Paradox backlash from exercise causes me to think then fall asleep four times in a row then get to work just. in. time. Spend day motivating enervated team and keeping the humour in tech. support (and if you ask me if a dog is hardware or software, I shall say does it have a lead?) from becoming too highbrow. Day drags, web server thrashes and I eschew gym for early evening home. NCT once again muppetise me and I catch wrong bus home; the shortcut gets me home 1 minute before late-working wife. Recognising the hand of fate in this I order pizza. And it is good.
Who knows what tomorrow brings?