Of Birthday Cake and Bruises

14,064 Days Alive

1,927 Words Written Today

2 Chimichangas Eaten

1 Small Slice of Mellon’s Birthday Cake Consumed

We celebrated Mellon’s 33rd birthday at our Pathfinder game tonight with all their friends.

Tina, the absolute rockstar, made mini cheesecakes for Mellon’s birthday. She made a little topping bar for the mini treats, too!

I feel a little bad because I did interrupt our first combat to serve cake. But our GM/DM said he didn’t mind because there was cake. Heh.

Thanks to a newly kindled writing buddy friendship with an old Twitter/Discord friend, I’m closing out 2023 with some new words written (despite the shitty therapist that had me quit NaNoWriMo).

I am in a phenomenal amount of physical pain. When going down the carpeted stairs earlier today, at dark o’clock, my knee gave out. I managed to fall backwards up the stairs rather than face-first down the stairs. So. My ass is literally bruised, as is my right hip. Nothing’s broken, but I’m definitely a little sore.

I’m crocheting while we play, working on Mama Reffie’s blanket. I’m anyway between 1/4th and 1/3rd the way done, depending on what I want the finished length to be. The finished length is only determined how much yarn I have left.

Anyway, I’m going to see if we can leave early so I can stretch out because sitting up hurts like a motherfucker.

Take your meds, folks.