On Life and Love

So many shenanigans

Greg ran his second Promethean game tonight. It’s my first time in a bi-weekly campaign, and that combined with my fatigue and the newness means I’m having a hard time getting a grasp on my character. I picked an unusual character type for me (manic and ditzy, albeit smart… like a “blonde” Miles Vorkosigan), which means I have to keep reminding myself not to be the firm and common sensical (read: grumpy) “leader” I usually feel I need to be.

We have a nice, small gaming group, and it’s a group that I think I can be comfortable enough with to play a manic and ditzy character. Less urge to control the game flow in my usual way, because we’ll pretty shortly be a well-meshed team, I think.

I don’t have enough of an opinion on Promethean. I made the classic mistake of forgetting to write down short-, mid-, and long-term character [mechanical] growth goals (like, “get another dot of Dex, then get another dot of Firearms and that awesome transmutation”) when I made my character up, so 2 weeks later, when I have enough experience to buy some small things, I’ve forgotten what I thought was cool in the books and appropriate for my character.

I still have pictures and reflections on my Tampa trip to post. We spent a whole day at the beach(es) on that Saturday, resulting in my first-ever sunburn (ew, it peeled!). When I came back to work last Tuesday, I was hit with a big project (not mine originally) that needed some major triaging. Got that “done”… all this weekend. Muchos kudos to my awesome coworkers that pulled that off. I’m even less a fan of the Nascar race vendors (since our office is within spitting distance of the race track) than I was last year.

Having not had a weekend, I’m in great shape for my move to our (rented) house this weekend. I have nine entire boxes packed (read: not enough!), and am moving on Friday. I’ll be happily taking Friday off from work to get that move done. Packing will happen tomorrow night and Thursday (which I also hope to take off). Sleep will happen in June.

I haven’t run in 2 weeks and I ate like shit all weekend in the office. I don’t have breakfast food in my house. I haven’t written in about 2 weeks, and I don’t have the mips to do so this week. I don’t feel unproductive, though. It’s just that the productivity is not in “normal” stuff right now. Heightened sense of stress, but invigorating rather than paralyzing (with rare exception).

Definitely the busiest month I’ve had in a while. June should be smooth(er) sailing, though. New house, I get to learn how to use a push mower (as in, motorless), I’ll have some space from my cats, I’ll have a home office, and I’ll have a live-in cook to take care of mundane things like dinner (leaving me for the awesome things like cheesecake and cookie making).