Yesterday I went to my tutorial and only half my tutorial group had turned up. After I got home I got an email saying that all tutorials after this week will be run online through Zoom, so now I have to find out what Zoom is and how to use it.
In the evening I had D&D. I gave the hosts daughter her 6th birthday present and she was pretty clear about not approving of a book as a gift. Because children.
I also gave the DM my two Royal Doulton collector plates with Myles Pinkney wizards on them, as I have had them in a box since I lived at home - and neither has ever lived outside of its packaging. Maybe I could have sold them somewhere, but I knew Lisa would enjoy them. She responded by giving me money I hadn't asked for.
People never let me buy their friendship with stuff.
I have been feeling pretty chill about my underlying health issues making me more likely than most of my cohort to die of COVID-19. Then last night I was awoken twice by dreams of drowning in my own bed, unable to call for help. So maybe more anxiety about how I am clearly the one in my friend group who will die than I was choosing to believe.
I may be rather ambivalent about death. Dying doesn't appeal, but living just has me continuing to be an undue burden on the collective.
[edit] I just checked ebay prices, Lisa paid me almost exactly what ebay thinks the plates are worth.
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