As I write these very words, it is approaching ten minutes past two in the morning and I am in the middle of an asthma attack that crept up on me in a really bad way.
To put it in the most interesting way possible: I started my day at one in the morning by googling "feeling like a ghost is taking my pulse on the left of my neck" since three other searches could not find anything unrelated to a heart attack.
That search still couldn't find anything that wasn't a heart attack by the way.
It took me a further hour and some really juicy Death Coughs (tm) to realise that it was 'just' asthma.
I also woke up to the realisation that I forgot to do the Fic o' the Week read yesterday. Mea Culpa. I got hung up on other issues. Including a gag being ruined by me having my mic off for the entire thing. UGH.
As soon as I am done with Max, my pet nebuliser, I shall do my stream and (hopefully) remember to do the missing read.
Wish me the best of luck on that bullshit.
I have the feeling I am going to need it.
I will be a twitchy bean for hours, today. So expect a heckton of typos.
I will not be able to compose a lengthy snark against WOTC, Hasbros, and DnDBeyond for some days yet. If you want the proto rant, tune into my game stream [or the vod] for the inevitable rant with my international nerds.
In other news, we are RUNNING AROUND today. Going to the outer reaches of Tullagawupwup [Aunty Excellence's place] for lunch and then a quick run home so I can sleep for game night and then do all my other things. Yay.
Max is done with me. I'm shaking like a little wet dog.