I fell yesterday at work. I was on my lunchbreak, walking down a hill, and it was muddy and I slipped and fell on my ass. It hurt. A lot. It still does. I had thought that my war with gravity was finally drawing to a close, but it appears that it has decided to continue the fight. The bastard.
Paul's working from 11-7 this week, so we had to start game late. I drug Ben and Wendy jogging last night, then made hamburgers and home fries for dinner. Then we had a cheese party and played D&D. The monk nearly died, but she was saved by the cleric's god and is now his official second worshipper. We only got two combats in, I'm trying to run my bad guys in a more reasonable fashion. I still never go for the kill (I hate pc death. Unless maybe the character is horrible, like, say... a gully dwarf) but my bad guys will run away or surrender or come up with intelligent plans to try to thwart my heroes. Really, I used to just throw the things at them and act like my villians were mindless. Which was okay, but I can do better.
We had Spanish cheese last night. It was okay, not as good as the French cheeses we tried. They're not anything special, not really worth the money, but they're good on crackers and have fun names.
Tonight I'm going to go visit my grandmother. Paul was supposed to come along, but he'll be working, so I'm going by myself.
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