Dungeons and Dragons plus SAD equals BLAH

I decided to run another D&D game, this one on Sunday afternoon.  The players voted to start at level 10.  It’s all good, I can do a level 10 campaign.  We are beginning the campaign next Sunday.  Yeah, not much time to find 6 players (I found 5, Danny is working on #6).  Then they have to make the characters, then I have to dole out magic items for everyone and spells for the wizard. I think we are gonna be close on the not quite ready to roll on Sunday, but we are giving it a hell of a try.  Got 2 characters ready to roll.  A third just about.  I had said I wouldn’t game over the weekend, but things change and Sunday afternoon worked well for me.

Still feeling down cuz of SAD.  Trying to think of cheery things.  Trying not to succumb to the doom and gloom that happens almost every year.  It’s annoying as all Hell, is what it is.

Gonna be real hard to be up and functional at 3:30am tomorrow.  I wish Mayo was closer or we were closer to Mayo.   The 4 hour drive is brutal in the middle of the night.

I’m hoping to get Tuesday D&D’s session ready, I chose not to go with Undead.  I found something better.  Well, maybe not better, but unexpected.  I just have to figure out a hook to get them to go to said monster.  And my mind is just hookless at the moment.  I’m drawing a blank.  If I don’t come up with something, I will probably cancel Tuesday night.  Not that I want to do that, stupid SAD is affecting my thought processes.

I look forward to Thursday, then I just have to go thru the motions.  Don’t have to think, just have to do.  I can do that.  I did it last week.  What suffers is my role playing skills.  I can virtually roll dice all day long.  Role playing is hard when all you want to do is curl into a ball and shut out the world.

Danny got #6 player.  Turns out he is from Danny’s Thursday night game, so its cool, I sorta know him.  So 6 players for Sunday afternoon D&D.  Cool cool cool.

Author: Jeff Campbell

I am 50 year old guy, who beat blood cancer but is getting his butt kicked by bone marrow cancer. At this point it appears I am dying. Married and in love with the most wonderful woman in the world (27 years). She has stood by me thru a lot of crap and I love her so.

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