This is me rambling about me, mostly. Current stuff: home, family, my head’s on fire… that kind of thing. This also includes everything imported from LiveJournal.
So… This last thursday Cafe Zupas had a sign up saying that all proceeds that day were going to the Red Cross to help out in Haiti. I had been planning to use a free meal coupon, but decided to save it and spend money instead.
Then I decided to get a dessert, because hey, it’s for a good cause. Then I added a soda, and then a soup.
As I was eating, and filling up long before my comestibles were consumed, it occurred to me that I was overeating so that others might not starve. The irony was so thick I could spread it on that delicious bread I got. So I did.
If charity through excess is wrong, I want seconds. Of that custard, please…
Last night’s RPG session was a one-shot adventure with completely fresh characters. Instead of having us start the game in a tavern, Bob had us wake up in jail.
Apparently, three days ago the dwarf took us to a dwarven bar, vouched for us, and we ended up on a bender whose details were lost in an alcoholic haze. The dialog with our jailer was memorable:
Paraphrased…
Jailer (played by Bob): You set fire to an outhouse.
Mika the Cleric (played by me): I… I think I remember that.
Jailer: It was a very nice outhouse. It had running water.
Mika: Yeah, it’s coming back to me now. That water can’t be safe. Not in an outhouse.
Jailer: The owner is very upset.
Mika: We were doing him a favor.
Jailer: You burned his outhouse to the ground.
Mika: The outhouse had it coming.
Jailer: “had it coming?”
Mika: Look, if “Lance of Faith” sets a building on fire, the building is obviously an unholy abomination.
All of this was just a prelude to us getting recruited to clear out the kobolds in exchange for some charges being dropped. Which meant, of course, that most of the rest of the dialog in the game was nowhere near as interesting. Well, maybe except for the part where I related the legend of the Gnomish village of Riverton that had dwarven ale delivered for their big celebration. Three days later the village was in the next county over and all the buildings were upside down.
The Physician’s Assistant, Whitney, called me to talk about the blood work we took a week ago. Short version: Epstein-Barr, which is pretty common but usually latent. Mine acted up, and I had what amounts to a relapse of mononucleosis, or “mono.”
As I said on the Twitter feed, the diagnosis may have been mono, but it felt more like Dolby Surround Sound 5.1.
[rimshot]
Anyway, I’m fine now. As an added bonus, I’m not crazy. I really WAS sick. Also, I have yet another reason to eat nutritiously. A strong immune system is the best defense against another relapse. Okay, okay, fine. I’ll have another salad.
– got up at 6:30 and helped make breakfast
– wrote three tricky scripts that had been stuck for more than a week
– outlined a week of comics (in my head, but that still counts)
– went shopping
– spent 90 minutes at the gym doing both resistance and cardio
– ate a salad
– took a power-nap (not a “can’t stand up anymore” nap)
– penciled two strips
– inked six rows of comics (four days’ worth)
– did assorted business tasks
– wrote this
And during all that time I didn’t once feel like I was going to fall down because I wasn’t getting enough air.
I will concede the following:
– maybe my determination to get better coincided with actually getting better
– maybe my illness was just laziness and depression
– maybe the improved air quality had something to do with it
You know what? I don’t care. That thing I’ve got on right now? It’s my game face. I have my boots on and a pen in my hand, so if things need kicked and names need taken, I’m up to the task.