The amount of loud swearing reveals what game I have been wasting time playing. The bad routing and lagginess make me so angry.

I was going to write on Tuesday, I had some insightful thing to share.  My memory has not held what that thing was though.

I think it was about brain poking, or something I had worked out at brain-poking.  But I can't remember anything about the session beyond the ridiculous raincoat my shrink was wearing.

On the way home I was getting angry at the wind somehow blowing wisps of fringe into my mouth even though most of it wasn't that long (stupid balding making all the hair grow at different rates), so I went to Bloke and got a walk in haircut from some twig-creature-child called Liam.  I got a fade thinking it would be a lesson in not doing anything hip, and it is actually really good.  I like it so much.  It may also be getting bonus points for being a haircut that Shitlord would have passive-aggressively punished me for, and for being a haircut that my sister accused me of being a Nazi for having.

That evening I went to the Speight's Ale House for dinner with my dad and sister (thus a chance to be called a Nazi), before we went and watched the new The Suicide Squad movie.

Wednesday I didn't feel good.  I had slept poorly and kept zoning out (even having an accidental afternoon nap in a chair - which is never pleasant or comfortable).  But I got sorted-ish for my game and was preparing to head in.  First I got pretty intensively fat-shamed by one of my neighbours, then I slipped on the stairs, falling and doing a bit of damage to myself in preventing a faceplant.  So I was in a pretty awful mood heading in to game and ended up a little late after stopping at the bus hub for a much needed vent at one of my favourite Claires.  And I had some awkwardness setting up as my left arm wasn't moving a bunch.

The game went mostly okay.  The one on-task player has had to pull out, so the game will be a lot more distractible from here on - meaning I probably don't need to be as prepared.....

Then the game ended and I waiting for everyone else to leave as getting back into my roleplaying bag when much of my body wasn't moving right was an embarrassing spectacle even without an audience.

[stupidly writing too late at night, I should sleep, will hopefully pick this up tomorrow]

Also, see my ‘nazi’ haircut - and shirtless as covered in much deep heat.