No Drug Like That

I have blue lights--a string of tiny lights in a blue plastic sleeve wrapped around the head of my bed--and they make my room feel just a little more like a magic place. I'm all into this tactic of making my room a pleasant place to hang out.

So gaming went terribly well, I think. All five players, who have this tendency to fly off in all directions like a down pillow who's swallowed a firecracker, had something to do tonight. Play flowed well, and I got far better than I likely deserved, especially considering that I didn't plan anything. Of course, I had to kill two federal agents to get to that state, but what the fuck?

And tomorrow night Megs is making fondue for me. Well, she's making it for John in payment for him installing a SCSI drive in her Mac, and inviting a bunch of other people to join. But still. Yum. I'm very big also on enjoying food. If I weren't so tall and wide I would probably have to take up pipe smoking and become a hobbit.

Mood: Terribly pleased, nearly smug, and tired.
Music: Heather Nova

Woke up this morning

Hardly left the bed today. Did a load of laundry and attended a work lunch with people I don't work with. Started writing up the story about the raccoons from last week, at least. Very sluggish day. But I discovered a band called A3 and am tempted to go out and spend money. It's.... a very interesting sound.