2004-11-18 - 4:30 p.m.
Time slips. It skips and ebbs. I missed another week, and for the eternity in which I felt within it, now it is dust and ash. Here is a stab at pinning the memories down from the last couple of weeks.
Saturday, 6th, wake up at 6am, goto work at Festival. Work festival till 5. Sit around, schmooze, and have a really laid back time, because of all the volunteers/friends. I was tired and wilted all day none the less. Pack up a little after five. Get Ice Cream and unwind a bit. Drive back and unload a little, do some office work. 7pm rolls around, and I go over to my Faery game, which was great, even though I was half dead already. I drank much Bawls, and though I kept shaking all evening, I stayed awake, and even lucid through one of the more stressful game sessions on a character level. Game wraps with me confusing and dismaying the entire cast of players. What a good evening. Then I went to PCP. This is a bit of exaggeration, because I walked through PCP twice in as many hours, resting in Ophidia's room in the twixt. Eventually I go home, and a little later, I finally get to sleep. Sunday I woke up, at some point. I did less than I thought I would, but I don't remember what that was. Monday I went back to work, feeling like crap. I went home a couple hors early, and slept some more.
Tuesday I had a shrinking of the head, but as far as I can tell I do this on my own all the time. It was a bit useful, and will improve as I fix myself, and use the time for extra reflection. I don't remember doing anything tuesday either.
Wednesday and Thursday, I know I got to bed early.
Thursday was veterans day. We spent the early part of the day running errands all over town. It was good, other than we were beat when we got home.
Friday I ran a little D&D, and finished the term up. That evening sucked, but I think it called an end to the sucking evenings. Saturday I got up on 3 hours sleep and saw a friend, and ran some more errands. I then got home and slept a couple of hours, before doing the Faery game again. It was not a special event, but you would have thought it was given how stressful it was (storyteller related). Once again, I was on a lot of Bawls. Sunday had some cleaning in it, and I think some other stuff, but I don't know. This week has been restful, because I have been on the tense side.
Tonight, I will see Erin Lindsay speak, and then get Murithem's coffee. Tommorrow, we will sleep early, to wake up and go to Cabbage Key for some food, photography, and fun on Saturday.
Shadowedge had her b-day on Wednesday.
Busy, but it has felt ten times as long to live as to read.
