Dear Readers and Journal,

This entry will be a short one, as there's really not a whole lot to share.

I enjoyed gaming this weekend both with the Sniders and with my group on Sunday. Saturday game went fairly well. Though one thing that confused me was the player Adam's character whom up until this point had been trying to go out of his way to suggest that he doesn't like/trust mine decided to give me 2000gp because "I keep them alive and I needed to be able to buy tools to be able to continue to render that service." (Btw I'm playing my fursona of foxy Damion http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821088/) We had gone at the request of the Mayor to resolve a conflict between said mayor and an evil wizard residing in a tower near to the town we were all in. Apparently the Blue dragon that flew over town and attacked my party happened to be the pet of the dragon that was allowed by the mayor to pick off miscreants, derelicts, and undesirables; IE the dragon was the "cleanup crew" and I managed to kill him when he came for me (and not in the sexual way unfortunately). So we go to this dark wizzard's tower, and just as I (OOC) figured, we'd wind up jumping through a bunch of hoops to get to the wizzard. These hoops involved going through a gauntlet of monsters that actually killed a fellow party member and brought me down to 5/65 hp. But we did it! We worked together. It marks the first time in a game that the Sniders actually really worked with me without argument.

In the sunday game the party reached the pinical of the Act that I was running them through. They are on Chapter III, Act II as of now. This same group has gone through 2 other campaigns and now they're working on closing down this one. Squee!! Anyway they had to take on/down a group of (due to a lack of anything better to call them) Dorks: Dorks being Dragon/Orks. They were brutal, efficient, and had superior numbers over this epic-level party. What they didn't have were weapons capable of hitting the party's leader (she has an 80 armor class at level 31 come on!) nor could they put enough damage out to the other 4 members of the party to be effective. The Dorks surrendered and were spared, sent down to watch over the more dumb/inbred Dorks the party had already conquered on the lower levels. Much to their chagrin and reluctance the Dorks complied and headed down-stairs. The party went up stairs to take on "The villain of Dracotopia's Ruins", a Demi-Dracolitch and his brood, and his foul abominable ooze creation. Sparing details aside, everyone in the party got a descent piece of the action. I was a bit disappointed in my final boss, mainly because he wasn't able to make the save vs. blindness that came from the Holy Smite spell cast upon him, which in turn made it impossible for him to use his most baddass ability: Trap the Soul. The Demilitch version of Trap the soul can be cast 8 times a day, however if a victim succeeds in their 36DC fort save against it then it doesn't count as a casting of the spell. If the victim saves, then they loose 4 levels. If they don't their body turns to mush and their soul gets trapped into one of the many gems on the Litch's person, in this case a crown adorned with 8 jewels.

Needless to say that battle could've gone better on my end. I blame the fact that I was running a bit tired, and that I have a lack of an ability to improve with villans. I tend to see a pattern of spells/spell-like abilities they can cast and I want to use them in a particular order: IE I hit the caster with X spell, the fighter with Y spell, yadda yadda yadda. Likewise I had issues with the fact that my Demi-Dracolitch could be blinded by the spell when under normal circumstances it would be immune to the effects of Blindness. Likewise it didn't help that when I rolled my D4 for the effects of time-stop I always rolled a 1.

As far as life goes, work sucked yesterday. Not because of politics or customers or being sick per-say, but because of this swelling in my foreskin and sensitivity in it. Walking around makes my foreskin rub against the inside of my pants, which hurts me. So it was a very uncomfortable 5 hours for me. I've asked for Weds off so I can go see a doctor, because my foreskin can't even be pulled back. That's not a matter of it just being painful, it physically can't be withdrawn cause it's so swollen.

Um, surprised my husband with some sex yesterday. I grabbed a silk handkerchief yesterday and jacked him off with it. He'd never experienced something like that, so he definably loved it. Due to my previously mentioned condition however, the fun was all for him. I remain regrettably blue-balled. Oh well.

Will write more later.