Good news/Bad news

It's that kinda day.

Don't have to return the 'Cube I bought after I believed I passed the GRE: I got my grade yesterday night and I was right, it was neatly passing. Yay. Did okay on the Art exam as well.

Pissed all over my comparative world history exam, though. Bleah. Not happy about that.

Currently using Wumpscut to purge the bleah out of my system.

Beginning to get an idea of what to do with my Thursday game, finally, thanks to a buttload of background from ardemus. Without user input, I start to stagnate, I think. Hell, even with loads of user input, I stagnate. I'm currently thinking of putting my Monday game on hiatus, as much as I hate to, since it's been going really well. I just don't have the time/energy each week to do it justice, and since I'm entering a new plot arc, I desperately need to sit down and write some stuff.

This doesn't mean I wouldn't run something, though :-) Just nothing serious. I'm contemplating telling people to tell me a character they want to play, and just letting them run with it, TFOS-style. Total silliness, if I can pull it off. God knows we need a little silly.

My brother is turning 21 this Monday. I think I'm going to go home and celebrate that with him.

Strange dream.

So my dreams tend to be pretty surreal in general, but usually they fade pretty quickly. This one faded a bit, but parts of it stuck with me as sorta significant, and it's been a few days with it still on my mind.

I dreamed of a curse, which killed many people. I got it, somehow, and, in a gross manner involving visible infected portions on my body and foul bodily fluids (pus, bile, classic stuff), I began to spawn people; one flash-scene had me waking up in bed with someone who had formed from me over the course of the night (I don't remember my reaction to that, only that the new person was male).

The visuals and feel was that this curse was basically a disease, and I was creating new people without any self-control at all, but somehow I was surviving it, using it. I felt like a leper of some kind, looked similar, but I was not weakened.

A very disturbing dream, I think, but it has a lot of potential subconscious meaning, some stuff having to do with my roleplaying, some stuff having to do with just the basic façades we put up in day-to-day life.

Payback's a bitch.

I have carefully avoided having to learn about one particularly hackish chunk of software we use peripherally, have deprecated it where I could, and have never had to install it because of all this.

Now it's broken, and I'm the only one who can deal with it.

Damn.