Exit, pursued by a possum

Lmao I remember sneaking into mom's room for a couple months before I was given the MM, players manual and DM guide for Christmas so I could take notes before games. She never did find out I wasn't surprised by the gift.

All of my current D&D and SotDL campaigns are online. Why am I buying more dice. I should stop buying more dice. .... I am buying more dice. And probably 2 more dice bags. Also a much anticipated set is apparently waiting for me in the mailbox.

Also I am fearfully gleeful to see what they come up with for a party name this go-round.

For those who (probably didn't) wonder, Curse of Strahd is turning out to be a hilariously dark, grim and yet beautifully chaotic adventure to run and I am blessed with a table that gives me such ideas at the same time they make me snort coffee out of my nose.

I started painting a possum for the hell of it and an hour later decided it didn't look the way I wanted it to and deleted it. SO SOME THINGS NEVER DO CHANGE

My husband got me a tablet for drawing/digital painting and jfc I have never felt so damn old as I struggle with the learning curve of graphics programs my brain is CRYING. On the other hand I won't risk accidentally drinking paint water this time around.

I wish I'd been able to understand this decades ago, simply for my own reassurance, but better late than never? And I'm enormously grateful to have a partner I felt 100% safe in coming out to.

When you figure yourself out halfway through your life and it's mind-blowing but you're so straight passing it changes nothing but your own understanding of yourself... What a time.

I am *really* looking forward to this inevitable madness. You should not expect warm and fuzzy from the broad who grew up on Edward Gorey as bedtime stories

Me, nearing the close of two short campaigns I ran: "You know what would be a good idea? Running Curse of Strahd." And so my lunacy continues I am looking forward to my group yelling so much.

somehow it's nearly the end of the year and I am looking around like "wtf" I do nothing creative these days, it's all work and stress and staring at walls.

Also I'm anticipating my Halloween season one-shot this Saturday which has already earned the theme "fuck around and find out"

Picking up DMing again after decades has then the best worst decision I've made in a while, and I'm enjoying the hell out of myself. I definitely will continue running a table when this current campaign wraps up, as long as people are willing to put up with my brand of weird.

Today was awful. I'm grieving and don't even quite know what do with myself because there isn't anything that can be done.

All I do is work and play some (a lot) of D&D now and I find nothing wrong with this. I have become the human-avoidant gremlin of my dreams...

Saturdays is me now dragging my rusting ancient DM self out of the dark basement to run a beginner campaign for some friends. Pray for them y'all, but at least they're all used to my weirdness.

Go hard or go home? On the other hand I'm feeling significantly happier and more relaxed than I have in a few years. Game times vary and don't always run weekly, so it works very very nicely.