I didn’t get any writing done this weekend. I’m still feeling poorly. I’m not sure what it is. I have a history of unreliable health, but I’ve got a doctor appointment Wednesday. Hopefully that’ll clear up whatever this is. I’m just dizzy and woozy. Which makes writing sort of hard, in that it makes thought difficult.
I mean, and I’m lazy, so there’s that. I did talk a bit with F who has some thoughts for Bible Con. We made up a stupid joke about Christians being like gay people — the only groups you just have to claim membership and you’re in. You love Jesus? You’re in. You love other men? You’re out. Ah, it was funny at the time anyway — helped that we were at In-and-out. Still working on that setup.
Other than that I pretty much played board games, slept, and went grocery shopping. Oh, and expended way too much mental energy on this webseries gig that may or may not happen. I’m hoping that it does, but if so, it may eat up any and all of my free time. So that whole writing thing might be put on hold for a while.
I keep trying really hard not to get my hopes up for Nicholl. I just don’t want to set myself up for disappointment. It just would be so nice to be able to write. And to have a little more money to live off of. I am hemorrhaging my savings.
We didn’t actually play Pandemic (best game ever) this weekend. I bought a new game called Space Alert! It has a goofy voice that tells you what to do. It’s crazy and awesome and reminds me of Galaxy Quest. I’m excited that it’s my first official board game purchase. I’m a big fan of cooperative games.