So I'm getting ready for GenCon.. leaving Tuesday evening. And g0ddamn, but my shoulder is killing me. The muscles straight across my shoulder blades are all tied into a tight, painful knot, and I'm not even sure why. There is no rhyme or reason. No black and white. Fuck, not even a hazy grey puddle to muck around in searching for treasure. Just mindless pain. I'm beginning to think it's based in my situation with a certain nameless person. (I've been trying to think of a fitting title, nothing presents itself yet.) But oh yes. Back to g33kfest. I think I'm gonna end up spending every night in the Safehouse. Every afternoon in Goolsby's. Or the dealer's room. Fuck the actual gaming. I don't have my RPGA shit in gear anyway. And how much time will I spend in the proximity of the Demon? Oh yes. Of course the Demon will be there. And I wondered why I was stressing?
The most peaceful part of the past few days was hearing Everybody Hurts on the way home last night. *sob* *sway*