Work sucks.

Emma came to visit last weekend. She took Friday off from work to get her car serviced, but I had to go to work. She was here all Saturday to play my Dungeons & Dragons game, but I had to go to work. I am going to visit Emma this weekend and I would like to leave on Friday morning, but I have to go to work. (I do have Monday off and I can leave work early on Friday afternoon, but work still sucks.)

Meanwhile the intergalactic juggling act I have been choreographing for The Muppet Show has been given an extended rehearsal block. The Martians keep dropping the ball and saying the Koozbanians are supposed to throw a club, not a ball. In fact, they actually say "yip yip yip yip yip yip, uh huh, uh huh, yip yip yip yip yip yip" and I have work out if it is the cow or the telephone they are frightened of. (Thank Kermit they haven't dropped a chainsaw. Did I mention work sucks?)

Dangerous Wayfarers.

I was so late and players were so distracted we had barely got started before we were running overtime. Half a red dragon and a cloud giant was all they got to fight. They didn't even get to find out whose red dragon they gave the critical stomach wound to... :)  ¶ 08:52