The game resumes tonight, with further ventures into the Night of Dissolution campaign. I have cramps, so it should be awesome fun. Roll reflex saves, bitches.

My week is stupidbusy. Baking - Thursday night! Dinner by Steph: Wednesday and Friday! Dinner by someone else: Saturday! I have a fine to pay, a nephew to get a card to, and a license plate frame to fix. I have all my tax information, so there's no reason for me not to do that, too.

Meetings every day. Meetings Thursday night. Improtant* meetings in some cases.

To my immense relief, me and the boyperson will be going camping next week, where cellular phone usage is spotty at best and no one can find me if I don't want them to. I'll probably take a notebook with me to continue outlining what I'm prototype-naming "Long Road to Ruin". Which is most certainly not its final name, but that's a good summary of what the story is.

And an April goal is to do the blog consolidation and be done with it.



* True story: Skippy Moore -- then a production assistant -- was tasked with sending out a major email to our customers about their accounts. After checking and double-checking for typos and grammar problems, he mailed it...with the subject line: "Improtant Information About Your Account!" Ever since then, if it's important around here, it's improtant. Possibly even redonkulous.