Fear the concrete
Upon getting ready to come home a week and a half ago, I found that the bottom of my boots' soles were coming off. Now these are the kind of boots that construction workers would wear. So all I've got to say on that subject is, "San Fran hills own boots".
Today, I solved my shoe problem by getting some new feet protectors (a pair of sneakers...because I haven't owned a pair in well over a decade, a pair of hiking boots, and some sandals because I've finally buckled to Californian behavior/fashion).
My game didn't go so well tonight though, mostly because my mind has been confused and...well...utterly forgetful and fucked up since I got back. Which lead me to not doing work on it, even though I needed to (should have done it last night, but I didn't). Now I've got to come up with something for tomorrow, and possibly Friday. This doesn't leave me much of any time to run to the chiropractor for my biyearly check up, or get a hair cut...but at least I'll be spending time with friends.
Saturday is Medieval Times. I wanted to go Friday night and come back Sat, but my friend couldn't swing that, so we're going Saturday and coming back late that night. Plus I'm flying back Sunday instead of Monday (couldn't find a good time for that day). It's a morning flight, so I'll probably be back in the afternoon. Huzzah to sleeping on the plane! (I hope, haha).
Today, I solved my shoe problem by getting some new feet protectors (a pair of sneakers...because I haven't owned a pair in well over a decade, a pair of hiking boots, and some sandals because I've finally buckled to Californian behavior/fashion).
My game didn't go so well tonight though, mostly because my mind has been confused and...well...utterly forgetful and fucked up since I got back. Which lead me to not doing work on it, even though I needed to (should have done it last night, but I didn't). Now I've got to come up with something for tomorrow, and possibly Friday. This doesn't leave me much of any time to run to the chiropractor for my biyearly check up, or get a hair cut...but at least I'll be spending time with friends.
Saturday is Medieval Times. I wanted to go Friday night and come back Sat, but my friend couldn't swing that, so we're going Saturday and coming back late that night. Plus I'm flying back Sunday instead of Monday (couldn't find a good time for that day). It's a morning flight, so I'll probably be back in the afternoon. Huzzah to sleeping on the plane! (I hope, haha).