It’s kind of odd feeling that the day is pretty much done at 3pm.
Technically, if we’re going with that mind frame, the day was over around 1pm when I came in and took a brief nap.

It’s starting to feel like I’m skipping over the nights.    It’s probably been a week of nights where I wake up every hour to two hours.   Roam the house and attempt to go back to sleep.    During this time, I’m quasi-mentally awake.  I know enough not to go bumping into the coffee table, but not enough to write, read, or really even come to a reasonable thought.    I guess that it’s my version of ‘zombie mode.’

I’m not exactly thrilled about not getting a good night’s sleep, but that’s partly on my head.   I could take the little white sleeping pills from the doctor, but I’m a stubborn ass and attempt to prove that I don’t have to take pills to perform natural functions…   I should be able to sleep when I want to sleep.

I’m actually starting to become a little worried about me.
It’s more than just the sleeping thing, but I’ve been feeling nauseous.    Not like ‘let’s camp in the bathroom’ nauseous, but still just really uneasy.

Another oddity is that sometimes I her voices.    Again, not like satanic voices or anything like that. Rather, I can’t make out what they’re saying and I only hear them within the second between waking and sleeping.  The voices – more than one – are all sorts of accents, tones, and pitches.  I mean from high shrill to low baritone.  I’ve heard the New Yorker accent and southern.  Something what I think is the stereotypical Californian.  Just from everywhere and anywhere, but I don’t recognize any of them.

I also can’t make out what they’re saying.
If I’m lucky, I can pick out some emotions by the sound, but no words.
The emotions range just as much as the voices themselves. Whispers.  Crying.  Laughing.  Heavy breathing.   Once, I even thought I heard the clink of wine glasses.

This is kind of bizarre.  It doesn’t happen every night.  Probably more like every other night.   They go as quickly as they come.

It’s just… weird.
I haven’t seen Dr. Sp for a while.  I should really make an appointment.

Well, my day started of early.   I was up and out of the house around 7am to reach my gaming goal… and I did it.  My legs kind of hurt, but that part is done.   I don’t think the other parts are as nearly as physically demanding — not that that was demanding.   It just started to get kinda humid outside around 10.    As I gained weight, I’ve lost some of my heat resistance.

Anyway, I met some random people while I was out there who was working on the same thing I was.  They all seemed pretty friendly, although I don’t know their names and they certainly don’t know mine — but that’s okay.    You don’t have to know who each other are to help each other out.

The situation did turn out to be a good people watcher opportunity.
Most of the group where men.   White.   Older. –  (Course, I can’t really say ‘older’ can I because some people may think I’m ‘older.’)  Okay, how about the guys where between 30 and 40 with one guy in the early fifties.    That guy had a curly Santa beard, so I assumed that he was older than the rest, but that might not be the actual case.    It’s just an unjustified judgement.     If I’m wrong about your age Santa Beard, I apologize.  There were also a couple of boys (i.e. young men) on bicycles.  Probably late to early twenties.   Also white.

Me and this other lady where representing the women.   She was bigger than I am with unkempt dishwater hair.  Even if she didn’t have the blonde little girl hanging from her legs, I’d still would have guessed she was a mother and a wife.  She acted like she was super glued to her husband’s (boyfriend’s?) hip, only leaving his side to chase the child.

After a couple of successful events, we all decided to keep going and went to a third timed event.  However, it was a little later in the morning and our number grew.    Me and Dishwater were still the only women.    It was apparent we were waiting on a couple of more people – which is a huge, huge, huge, time waster, but to be expected with these sorts of games.

—  It’s funny how ten plus people will wait fifteen minutes for one person without a whole lot of griping.

One of the missing people arrived – an unidentified woman in a white crossover.  She never got out of the car, but I could tell she was skinny, tan, brunette, wore a white sleeveless shirt with something on it and a red IU cap.

The guy I was idly chit-chatting with dropped me in mid-sentence.  Him, with three other guys, flocked to her driver side door where they stood like points of the star with the girl at the top.

With a perky voice, I could easily overhear her talking about the game, her Saint Bernards, and jogging ten miles every day.  Immediately complained about walking the 5km needed for the step of the quest she’s on.    Ironic.

Then, she said some really stupid stuff about the game and proclaimed it to be truth and her the priestess.

The guys, one bald, two brunette, and one blonde, sagely nodded their heads as if in agreement with whatever was spewing out of her lipstick painted mouth.

A.  I knew this had to be some form of flirtation.

B.  Those guys where probably physically attracted to her, given the lack of available attractive women.    Dishwater was clearly spoken for and I couldn’t hold a candle to her.   Well, at least not in my current size.    I probably could a year or so ago before I became to much of a lightweight.

C.   I was pretty certain that she had a boyfriend and was just stringing.. or having fun… with these guys.

D.   I’m certain they knew that.

Time marched on.   Fifteen minutes became twenty.  Twenty became twenty five.  I felt like I was waiting on a tank in EQ for an Inny raid.   Naturally, I started to wonder around a bit.  First, just down the block and back.   Then, around the block.  I was checking in every couple of minutes.   At this point, I didn’t care about participating.    I just didn’t want to miss the event and feel like I wasted my time.

Well, that is — exactly — what happened.

I walked up and they where in mid fight.

“Didn’t you get in the lobby?”

No, I wasn’t in the lobby because I was bored and was abandoned for the White Crossover girl.    While waiting, I wasn’t achieving my personal objective and tried to do both.

“Someone said they saw you in the lobby, so we started.”

Well… ‘someone’ was wrong.   Time was wasted.

But, that’s okay.  I was, eventually, able to finish out what I started.
I was also kind of satisfied that White Crossover girl peeled out of there once she got what she came for.    The guys looked slightly stunned, but that’s okay.   Good for them.

I couldn’t help wonder that if I was White Crossover would they guys made more of an effort to find me.   No, of course not.   They’d kept me engaged so I wouldn’t have ever thought about wondering off in the first place.

It would have been hilarious if I could have pulled a train of Mons to them.   Guessing no one knows how to mez or taunt.  Idiots.

Anywhos…  I think it’s safe to eat some popcorn.    In college, that helped curb nausea.    Hoping it’ll do so again.

Monday – Call Doc Sp.
If I remember.  Dunno.

Peace.