Monday game, or the lack thereof
Folks, Holly and I are feeling like hell. Perhaps not precisely like hell, unless hell specifically involves feeling like ants are crawling behind your face and your eyes feeling like crispy pieces of bacon. We are, at any rate, not feeling overly well (it's probably just a cold, but).
In the interests of our own recovery and of not spreading this dread ailment further than it has already been spread, we will be staying home tonight. Game will resume next week, assuming that the ants have not, by that time, consumed my brain.
In the interests of our own recovery and of not spreading this dread ailment further than it has already been spread, we will be staying home tonight. Game will resume next week, assuming that the ants have not, by that time, consumed my brain.