I've spent more time in the last three days trying to sleep than actually sleeping. Elvis, (big white dog in case you're not following along), has been an absolute butt-head all day. The dog is a troll, a highly skilled troll. The neighbor lady who goes out to walk her dog at zero-dark thirty doesn't help matters at all. When she returns from her walk, if Elvis is outside, she rewards him with a treat. She claims he's her hero. So, any time big white dog hears her garage door open, he is ready to go get his special treat. It's not like he doesn't get them here, I guess the grass is always greener. Well with the furnace on, the back door stays closed, so the dog needs a doorman. He doesn't have thumbs, door knobs are kinda tricky. I wish I could teach him the difference between "I'd like to go outside please," and "I GOTTA PEE!!!"
For a post that wasn't supposed to happen this one is gaining traction.
Okay, back to the reasons I'm not gaming today...
Hello, I'm Chip and I'm an Introvert.
The chemistry of this gaming group is such that it physically and mentally drains me. It has since we started it several years ago. If I'm fully recharged and rested, the eight hours a week aren't too bad. I'll come home tired, the good kind of tired, and settle in for a little R&R. If however, I'm not carrying a good charge going into Sunday afternoon, I'll wind up crippled, physically, mentally and sometimes emotionally exhausted for three days, suffering a headache that threatens to evolve into a migraine at the drop of a pin. Rather than put myself through that, I cancelled the game.
It hasn't always been like this, but I think those marathon sessions of my youth are a thing of the past. Hellsbells, I can't even get up for 8 hours a week anymore.
Thanks for hanging out, I think I'll go try for a nap. See you in a week if I'm lucky...
See you On Monday, Peace.
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