Circle, Triangle, Square

It rained, of course.

It never really rained at NWO events - there was a standing joke that when the referees ran events set in Constantinople, the Holy Land, Transylvania and Rome, they paid a huge amount of money to arrange Mediterranean sun - something that those of us who were wearing 12th Century Norman wool tunics found aided us immensely in roleplaying our discomfort and distress as the world fell apart around us.

But this weekend, the players thought that the referees had failed us. Even though we were meant to be in Constantinople on Easter weekend in 1204, it rained.

I knew differently.

For a lot of reasons, a lot of beautifully written, heart rending reasons, it was very important to me that it rained.

And as the corpse of Jarane Legator filius Ligeia, filia Agatheia, Primus ex Guernicus, Grand Quaesitor was laid in his grave, the rain gently fell onto my face.

To Ian, thank you from the bottom of my heart for the rain.

What am I going to do with myself after Sunday?

You know you're a muppet when ....

You're making some signs which say "Quiet Room - please don't sleep in here if you know you snore" for a forthcoming Ars Magica freeform and you make sure that the signs use the Goudy Old Style and Marmyadose fonts.

You know you're really a muppet when ...

You know why the aforementioned muppet chose those two fonts.

So I am going to profitably spend the next couple of hours destroying all humans.

I haven't done it for a while, and you know what humans are like - if you don't keep them under control, they get everywhere.

10 down.

Ebay obviously play NWO

is that when insomnia strikes, you have something to do.

Another thousand words for a character sheet for NWO, bringing it up to a shade over 8,000. I should finish it tomorrow, which is a good thing. Then on to the next.

It seems to be a tradition with me that I screw my sleep patterns over Christmas - for a few years we went away with friends and conversations that started at midnight carried on until dawn, and I returned to work going to sleep at 4am and dragging my self out of bed at 7. Eventually, with a hammer, my bodyclock reset itself and I could sleep before 1 am.

This year, I didn't think it would happen. I was up late for the New Year, but other than that I've been in bed before 1am most nights, and before midnight on some.

So why, now that I have to go back to work tomorrow, am I still awake at 3am?

There's no justice.