Man, it's a tad fucked up to learn that a few hours before I ran my very first Dungeons and Dragon's session as a DM, Gary Gygax, the inventor of DnD, died.

Though whilst this is very sad to know, the timing is not so poor. Me, Age, Xiver and Marsten had a great time. The guy was proud of his creation and what it gave to people.

Life continues on at present. I'm even more dissatisfied with work now than ever. Now that I have experience it's time to move on. I can conceivably get a better job now and I plan to do so. Fluid (or a lack of) sleeping patterns are amusing for a while but break you down in the long run and whilst I appreciated the chance and ability to help people, they seem to be trying to take that away from me too. Most of the people I respect have also already left.

There are also other complications in other fields that I don't particularly wish to go into here sadly, but generally, my health is okay and my mind hasn't quite cracked yet.

I'm working on something, too.