lithera | It's all a matter of perspective

Last night's game was fun, even if I did almost kill the entire party while being mind controlled. In fact, that might have been part of the fun, all things considered.

I keep on not thinking about Marci leaving. It's easier that way. I figure this way, I'll have a new airport to cry at when I leave Oakland. Okay. So that's not it. I just know that I have a day and a half with her all to myself before I have to say good bye and I'm jealously hoarding it.

That and when I think about it I start to cry. I'm putting it off until I get back. Maybe I'll wait until Kyna comes back and we'll go commiserate over chai or something.

Before any of that happens, though, I have a project I have to finish here at work. Ugh.

The saga of me getting lame sleep continues. Last night I dosed myself with Valerian to attempt to help it. It helped some. I'm thinking of stopping at a drug store on the way home to get something more.