If I were someone else, would this all just fall apart?

So, this is already a perfectly horrendous day. I didn't get done nearly as much as I wanted to on game planning last night, since my room rapidly exceeded its maximum recommended capacity and I was forced to flee, lest it all explode in a cloud of feathers and old pop cans. By the time I came back I was tired and in no mood to work, so I went to bed. And now my body has turned traitor against me. I'm not even taking my furking pills, why does it pick now, of all times, to show this kind of initiative?

Anyway, so I'm two hours out from the start of pregame, and I feel like shit. Reid and Sean are both gone. I haven't got a solid plan. Maybe I should declare a "no-save" week, where people can do anything they want and then next session it'll be like nothing ever happened. Let people run around and be crazy, as long as they moderate their own combats. Because that's what it would turn into, right away.

God, I'm tired of getting on here every other Saturday and whining about LARP. I'm sure everyone else is tired of it as well. But take heart, good readers! For in just a scant few more sessions, it will be the end of term, and the passing of an era. I resolve to spend a whole Saturday sleeping, just to celebrate. And now, here's a word from my roommate, who said it while she was sleeping:

"What a fantastic song, I think I'm gonna start counting something."