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Jan. 20th, 2004 07:20 amThe weekend hit me hard. In a good way.
We spent it with chums playing Shadowrun, a system I still suspect of being too damn clunky, but I love my latest character concept, the group is very cool indeed and the world is rich. I think this is going to be yooooooj fun!
I was too excited, drank too much caffeine, couldn’t sleep at all on Saturday night. So I sat up, first with the others, and then sharing the late/early solitude with fellow uber-insomniac Cyanidemigraine. Much was talked about, pointless, profound, just stuff. I love all night conversations. It’s nice to have people around who enjoy endless jabbering about thoughts and feelings, views and ideas.It feels good, even if it screws up your body clock mercilessly.
And besides, sometimes it’s better to just not to go to bed. The others woke up in gradually increasing states of horror, culminating in my own love’s emergence from his pit. My poor BB was white and grey, like a golem formed from badly mixed cement. That's the trouble with a house full of whitterers, madmen and smokers. Sleep and sense don’t stand a chance.
Yesterday, my love has bought me a Sheryl Crow CD and lots of flowers. I feel cherished and loved! I am trying to stave off a growing desire to run something for this group, something light, a one-off on a Sunday afternoon. Normally I dismiss these cravings easily, bearing in mind that I can’t count beyond my fingers. Still, Cyanidemigraine has told me that if I ever want to, he’ll nudge me with as much or as little maths as I need, and my love is prepared to help me with the system I would try. And so the stories creep in to the addled brain of Smokingboot, and I am tempted far beyond my puny capacity.
No I shouldn’t even be thinking this when I have so much to write!
No. No, no, no. I can’t and shouldn’t try to run while these campaigns are around us. I will just die of pure halting inadequacy. No.
I don’t even want to, really, it’s just these strange voices in my head.
No. I’m not doing it. And that’s the end of that.
I’ll just see if there’s an easy version of the system on the web...
Oh yes. And today, I think we get broadband.
We spent it with chums playing Shadowrun, a system I still suspect of being too damn clunky, but I love my latest character concept, the group is very cool indeed and the world is rich. I think this is going to be yooooooj fun!
I was too excited, drank too much caffeine, couldn’t sleep at all on Saturday night. So I sat up, first with the others, and then sharing the late/early solitude with fellow uber-insomniac Cyanidemigraine. Much was talked about, pointless, profound, just stuff. I love all night conversations. It’s nice to have people around who enjoy endless jabbering about thoughts and feelings, views and ideas.It feels good, even if it screws up your body clock mercilessly.
And besides, sometimes it’s better to just not to go to bed. The others woke up in gradually increasing states of horror, culminating in my own love’s emergence from his pit. My poor BB was white and grey, like a golem formed from badly mixed cement. That's the trouble with a house full of whitterers, madmen and smokers. Sleep and sense don’t stand a chance.
Yesterday, my love has bought me a Sheryl Crow CD and lots of flowers. I feel cherished and loved! I am trying to stave off a growing desire to run something for this group, something light, a one-off on a Sunday afternoon. Normally I dismiss these cravings easily, bearing in mind that I can’t count beyond my fingers. Still, Cyanidemigraine has told me that if I ever want to, he’ll nudge me with as much or as little maths as I need, and my love is prepared to help me with the system I would try. And so the stories creep in to the addled brain of Smokingboot, and I am tempted far beyond my puny capacity.
No I shouldn’t even be thinking this when I have so much to write!
No. No, no, no. I can’t and shouldn’t try to run while these campaigns are around us. I will just die of pure halting inadequacy. No.
I don’t even want to, really, it’s just these strange voices in my head.
No. I’m not doing it. And that’s the end of that.
I’ll just see if there’s an easy version of the system on the web...
Oh yes. And today, I think we get broadband.
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