OK, we finally have the composition of the D&D group set… I think.
Danny is going to play a Dwarven Warrior
James is going to play some kind of Barbarian
Jason is going to play an Assamir (Protector) Warlock
Devin is going to play a half-elf Bard
and last but certainly not least by far, Cori is going to play a Tortle Cleric (cuz they needed a healer). And yes, for those of you who don’t know, she’s a giant bipedal turtle.
I think I have went over all my particular rules and idiosyncrasies on the Facebook group. It’s all good, this party seems kinda mellow, so I could probably get away with slipping a rule or change in after we get started.
Speaking of getting started, the game starts Oct 2nd a 6pm Central Time. Giving myself a little time to eat. The games will go for 3 hours. Making our Eastern Time players play from 7pm to 10pm.
This game is one of the few things I am looking forward to in my future. I hope it doesn’t flop or I don’t flake or be forced to flake again.
My depression level is way down in the dumps. Teresa keeps saying I need to go to my therapist or my shrink. I’m not willing to change meds, so shrink is unnecessary. I might, just might, go back to Cheryl and ask her to take me back. I feel I need someone who knows what I went thru and can fathom what I am going thru now. Cheryl’s husband had the transplant and everything is ok (lesser risk transplant, lesser chemo). But at least she’d have a clue.
I just don’t know if I am ready to go tell someone face to face that there is better than a 75% chance that I am dying. That realistically I am looking at less than 2 years to live.
Maybe I’ll try a new therapy place, and go with a total stranger. That would probably be easier for me. There are a couple new places in Adel which offer therapy. Until winter comes I could walk to these places. Decisions Decisions.
Oh well, I’ll figure something out. Maybe I dont need anyone else. Maybe this is for me and Teresa to handle. BLAH