I've had a rather clear and productive past five or six days or so. I've had a proofreading job to do. I was asked to go over a D20 campaign setting called 'Armagada', which consists of approximately 125 a4 types pages within five days. 25 pages a day doesn't sound like a lot...but it sure does eat into your time. (Although admittedly, I've thoroughly enjoyed doing it). Atop of that I've been RPing on Caufar Weyr (The only Roleplay forum I'm currently an active member on. [Pern]) like no-one's business, and it seems as though my posts are getting better.
I even did some sewing today. That is how busy I've been keeping myself. It's all good. Kelmarsh is on the 18th of this month, and atop the normal hat-stealing of the Saturday evening in the beer tent, it's Vicky's impromptu Hen Night. Fun. I've got my fingers crossed and hopefully it'll just be like a normal Kelmarsh evening...but in regular clothes instead of in the kirtle. I've not been notified about anything else, so I'm guessing that's what it is. I must remember to take enough money to get a good piece of linen whilst I'm there. My current shift is an absolute state and I'm planning to turn it into a couple of headrails.
Dad goes away on a SkyLarks care week as of Saturday. Thank. God. Not because he'll be gone for the week so I don't have to see him...(as of recently we've been getting on a bit better. Whether that's because I just agree with him when he says things remains to be seen, but he seems to be in better temperament just recently), but because it will at least give my grandparents a bit of a break. He ended up going to the pub and then having a 'do on the way back, falling flat on his face a couple of days ago. One hospital trip and a nightime call for Grandad later, he's back at home with a stitched up eye, an off-centred nose and a myriad of scratches and bruises. Guess what he does the next day? Yup. Back to the pub. In /that state/. We can't get through to him. Heavens knows we've tried. It's really, really starting to affect Nana, which I absolutely loathe to see...But what else can we do but keep on? In terms of his illness, dad has a positive outlook. Optimistic, even. "People suffer worse than me..." is his line, but he doesn't think about anyone else...which (to be blunt) pisses me off. Time will tell on that score, I guess.
Not to end on a sour note, it's Big Meetup for DnD this Saturday, and then I'm meeting TomPi in town on Sunday. It's weird to think we've not seen one another for more or less a year. There used to be a group of us at college, TomPi, Robert, Will, Josh, Craig, Martin and me. I rather miss that, to be honest. But still, I might see if Will wants to come along as well. Mini reunion! xD
There will be no mention of buckets, chocolate sauce or lighthouses. >.>
