Friday: made sandwiches all day, but had interesting conversations with beautiful people all day. I actually don't mind this kind of thing, even the subsequent running around I did over the weekend to ensure that snacks were refilled, coffee was brewed (even though it was baaaaad coffee), milk was cold, shit like that. It was in the end worse energy-wise that I had thought it would be due to the fact that the week at work was awful, as the basement flooded and clean up was annoying.

Friday Night: played Barad-Wath, a game set in Tolkien's Middle-Earth. Judging by gamewrap I was playing the most vanilla character there, the harassed middle manager type. My goals were accomplished for the most part by others, though not without my participation and passing off of information that would help. Then I died due to a wrong-place-wrong-time thing, in which a bomb was detonated right where I was standing. Had I been tougher I may have survived, but as it was I enjoyed the brief madness of the game. And boy was it ever a mad game.