Too Much to Think

Still with the head. It's now gone to "sick headache" stage, which is never fun. Still, I do need to get out of the house at some stage today. Not only will putting the final touches on the pre-test version of Affils (the RPG I've been on about for the last few days) going to be a very bad idea in my current state, but I need painkillers, dinner fixings, lunch and a birthday card (and possibly small present) for nadriel. If I can justify the outlay after my contribution to the council tax, I may go out and get a printer cartridge for the starving beast sitting on Lenore's waiting-to-be-animated carcass too.

But then there's so much else to do today. Need to at least start the design tweaks necessary for the character sheet for Affils, not to mention the tweaks, fill-ins and so on. Since this is only pre-test version, I don't have to worry too much about NPCs and settings, because I know them all already. This will change when I get to an actual playtest, but for the time being I think I'll just focus on laying out the game mechanics. Pre-test is tomorrow. Agh. Nervous. Never mind; will do head no good to be nervous.

Speaking of game-related, I need to do the Mage write-up at some stage. Today would be good, before it all flies away from my poor overextended brain. And then there's Forsaken starting Thursday. I think I'm secure in my current player list now; cholten99 is apparently overextended with writing 7th Sea stuff and doesn't feel he has the time to spare. Yeah, tell me about it.

I know I take too much on. Actually, I also know I ought not to. But if I didn't, I'd get so unbelievably bored. After all, what would my brain do without too much to think about? Besides, of course, have fewer thought-hangovers?

La Haine

I hate people.

I went out shopping this afternoon, mostly for general bits, bobs, odds and sods (shower gel, painkillers, batteries, a replacement for the now destroyed Mrs Robinson's Bag, etc). Also stopped by Waitrose for some bits to go in dinner tonight. Now, at our local Waitrose, there are two lanes marked "Baskets Only". This is useful, and an interesting take on the "[#] Items Or Less" idea. At least, in theory.

The woman in the queue in front of me had maybe eight small items ... in a cart. Why she needed the cart I don't know. Why she felt it necessary to use the cart to block my access to the conveyor belt and the divider bars for as long as possible is beyond me. Why she waited until after she'd paid to bag, leaving her cart in the middle of the goddamn aisle, is truly a mystery. Why she decided to bag every item individually ... you know, I sort of stopped caring at that point. The real mystery after that was why I didn't murder the bint and stuff her in her goddamn shopping cart before rolling it and her out of the bloody way.

Right. Work to be done. Best take some painkillers and get cracking.

But I still hate people.