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I've finally started getting back into playing D&D regularly again and am loving it. I really enjoy the mechanics of fourth edition, although I'm not sure how much of what I'm liking is attributable to the game mechanics and how much to the group dynamic. At any rate, I'm enjoying it, and I'm trying hard not to kick myself for going so long without playing.
I went to a gun show yesterday, partly because some friends were interested in going and mostly because I wanted to look around. I didn't spot anything terribly enticing. There was an air crew survival manual that I resisted, but most of the firearms-related things I kept an eye out for either were not there or were overpriced. Still, it was neat.
Afterwards, I spent the afternoon cooking and knitting. I was going to make some tacos and prepared a filling that I could freeze and reheat for lunches at university: it had beans, rice, corn, tomatoes, cheese, and some peppers and seasonings. Then I realized the corn tortillas I had were completely unsuitable for tacos because they shredded when I attempted to fold them. Instead I made a sort of sandwich with the filling and two tortillas. There might be a name for that, I don't know. Then I cleaned up the kitchen, which was somewhat overdue.
I'm finding this great sense of accomplishment when I successfully do something like cooking or cleaning. I know it's domestic and a fact of everybody's life and most people write these things off as chores. I think I'm a little bit afraid that if I were to be out in the world at large on my own, I would do something ridiculously stupid like develop rickets or scurvy or some other nutritional deficiency because I'd just forget to eat (or eat properly). Writing a compelling analysis of some centuries-dead philosopher just pales in comparison to making a delicious soup.
And then I hung out at the game store and played D&D until late (but not as late as Friday night) and generally had a good time.
And now, I shall go eat waffles with my family. Life is good.
I went to a gun show yesterday, partly because some friends were interested in going and mostly because I wanted to look around. I didn't spot anything terribly enticing. There was an air crew survival manual that I resisted, but most of the firearms-related things I kept an eye out for either were not there or were overpriced. Still, it was neat.
Afterwards, I spent the afternoon cooking and knitting. I was going to make some tacos and prepared a filling that I could freeze and reheat for lunches at university: it had beans, rice, corn, tomatoes, cheese, and some peppers and seasonings. Then I realized the corn tortillas I had were completely unsuitable for tacos because they shredded when I attempted to fold them. Instead I made a sort of sandwich with the filling and two tortillas. There might be a name for that, I don't know. Then I cleaned up the kitchen, which was somewhat overdue.
I'm finding this great sense of accomplishment when I successfully do something like cooking or cleaning. I know it's domestic and a fact of everybody's life and most people write these things off as chores. I think I'm a little bit afraid that if I were to be out in the world at large on my own, I would do something ridiculously stupid like develop rickets or scurvy or some other nutritional deficiency because I'd just forget to eat (or eat properly). Writing a compelling analysis of some centuries-dead philosopher just pales in comparison to making a delicious soup.
And then I hung out at the game store and played D&D until late (but not as late as Friday night) and generally had a good time.
And now, I shall go eat waffles with my family. Life is good.