Guds Spelerman

..i've spent the last week playing Dragon Age - Origins, and somehow, I really hope that Splenda, my 18 level rogue/duellist won't die. Repeatedly, that is.

The funniest thing is while poking the various game forums, everyone's raving how their beefed up warrior did this and that. The RL rogue in me laughs a little contented laugh. Hah.

Umf. I had to take a break cause my brain hurt and I had to let R. play his dwarf too..

I am well. I had been less than well, having to pull some wisdom teeth out. Have not reached full recovery but I'm 80% there, so expect the usual silliness any time soon.

a tout a l'heur!

Woke up, made french toast for breakfast (was pretty good), watched 3 episodes of Para Pente (greek tv show that I found its episodes online, spiff!) saw that it was sunny, went for a walk, stopped at Goodwill, scored a silver goblet and an inox pitcher (yay, no more glass pitcher at events!) stopped at Starbucks, had a nonfat green tea latte, came back home, and don't wanna fold all these clothes.

Gotta think about lunch, too, probably grilled sandwitches or something. Might go out again later today. I like having no deadlines and schedules. Everyone's life should be like this.

When Choir Vocal Handling Examples Turn Into Combovers, Getting Home Means Wrestling, Snacks and Crochetting, and Waking Up Means "Off With The Sandals, On With The Snowboots".

Woohoo, said Ockham.