"I start filing my teeth into sharper points!" "I gape at you, showing off my filed-down tusks!"

I'm nervously excited about test driving what might be my new car tomorrow, and also, you know, fidgeting about trading in my old one, which I might be able to offer as a down payment to keep from having to dip into my checking account. That would be good, since, uh, since rent hasn't come out for the month yet, and I won't get paid till end of next week. But, well, it'll be okay. Hopefully. Probably.

( Pfft, Dev, nobody cares about your fandom endeavors. )

CLAIRE is trading cute emails with a cute BOY and I am a meddlesome lout so that makes me all cheeky and excited for her. Hurrah! And also, D&D is tonight. I have the summary in progress, but have had such a ludicrously small amount of free time to write lately that it hasn't quite caught up to the end of stuff we did last week.

Last night we did the first session of the module where I'm playing the kobold druid, Scarpur; Danny is a crazy mohawked dwarf lady with filed teeth who is a cleric of...Talos?, while Derek is a half-orc who worships the Silver Light and tries to pass as human; Christian and this fellow named Dyrr are both Thri-kreen, while Greg is a Tiefling wizard, so we have a pretty weird party for it. What did we do? Well, we sassed gods, then got put in a boat in the middle of chaos and beat up some ghouls and demons. I was exhausted, having come straight from work, but it was fun!

Tonight shall be even more fun! Nothing against the module, but it is only a module. And nothing against Derek's house, but I have to admit being back in a "coffee table for D&D" situation made me want to cry a little. I do not love coffee tables too much. They're way less awesome than dining tables!