And I blame you...

Fuck this.

Sometimes I just don't take my own advice. This is one of those times. And hell, sometimes you just have to say how you really feel in your own journal. And I have been very restrained for several months now, but that approach didn't work.

I quit this fucking LARP. Enough people read my journal that this can be considered my final letter of resignation. I resigned from narrating months ago because I didn't want to be associated with the train wreck that this game is becoming. But Mike was going to be a storyteller (after months of uncredited narrating work) and I promised I would stay on as long as he did. And now he's being asked to step down because he tried to save it from self-destruction. Because "long established players complained." Frankly, the game would be better if half the "long established players" learned how to roleplay. But I forget, this game rewards bad roleplaying.

Okay, now I'm just digressing. I suppose that all I can say is that I hope this game gets exactly what it deserves. And from the looks of it, it will get exactly that. But I wash my hands of it, and I mourn the game that it once was.

When I wanted sunshine I got rain...

Oof, long day today. I had to drive into Freeport to go to the doctor, since I don't have any health insurance now. It was a miserable drive. 74 was closed because a tanker turned over, so I detoured up on 57, then 136, where there was another accident (this was on a perfectly beautiful morning), then on 150, then finally to 74, just in time to get snarled in some incredible construction traffic. Sigh. I ended up almost an hour late into town, but luckily my mom has an in with the receptionist. Seeing as how she is, you know, the receptionist.

Anyhow, it was a good thing I went in, because it turns out I have an ear infection in both ears. Which explains my loss of hearing, headaches, and general ear pain recently. Dr. Thomas, a wonderful human being, gave me enough antibiotic samples to do the whole run, so I didn't have to buy any. And Uncle Dale, my optomitrist, says that my eyes are as sharp as they were two years ago, and my corneas look fantastic. Score!

Anyhow, I'm in Freeport now still, but I'm heading home tonight. With a little luck, we'll have a rescue run tomorrow, a border collie mix from Danville to Kankakee. It'll be the first run with the new crate I got from Freecycle, very exciting. I just hope it's in the afternoon.

Mike, I don't know if you've found the phone, but I know you'll read this. I should be home around 10:30, maybe a little earlier if things go well. And I will be bearing gifts! Or at least some nice things to have.