I said to myself this morning, I don't feel like going to work. So I went shopping instead. This may not have been the most responcible idea, but if we can have 120mm of rain in 24 hours, then I can go spend money. That's my new policy.
I also just finished eating a whole bag of fresh donuts from the Vic market. I am officially a Ziggy Piggy. If you don't know what a Ziggy Piggy is, then I mock your lack of 90s pop-culture knowledge.
We has mousebane's 7th Sea game last night, which was grand, funny and generally a good time. Something like 2 or 3 sessions left to the game, which is both sad and exciting.
It also gave us a chance to talk about my DnD game, and what some of the issues at hand are. Mostly my fault, in summary. Because the party members don't have a whole lot in common, I am going to have to give them reasons to stick together. This is a little more labour intensive than I would have liked, but I suppose that it is my punishment for letting them take such disperate characters to begin with.
DnD is actually becoming quite tiring for me. Sooooo much hard work. Devising plot, creating adventures, balancing challenges, working towards an over-arching goal... This campaign is definately the hardest one I've had to run. I caught myself thinking yesterday that maybe I could call the game off after the second campaign arc; as appealing as that sounds to me *now*, I'm sure I'll regret it later. Maybe I just need a break?