I think I'm getting over the flu, which is interesting, since I don't remember having the flu. But it sure feels like I am getting over it. Maybe it's psychosomatic.
Monday was what I believe to be a highly successful book club, despite just under half the people (including myself) not having finished the book. Next month: The Professor and the Madman, by Simon Winchester. Which snuck in despite the pseudo-ban on more books about crazy British people. It allso narrowly defeated House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski in a Florida-style recount.
With the pseudo-pressure of impending Book Club having been lifted, I have theoretically more free time to get back to writing the RPG background (for Aberrant) I have been working for a while now. Luckily I assigned the Fish to bug me about the game every couple days at work. Mainly because he's really interested in playing, but it keeps it fresh in my mind, so I don't slack more.
And the ST of the Sabbat larp I was playing in announced yesterday that the next game was cancelled, and probably the rest of the campaign with it. Well, fooey. I really enjoyed the game, despite its faults. And, this leaves the only-occasionally-monthly Mage game I went to once as my only current larp... which leads me to look back at OWbN. Do I really want to get back into that? This requires meditation.