Monday morning after Maelstrom is always a crazy mix of exhaustion and merriment, made all the more special this time by added bruises (I’m still awaiting the ugly black patch to my left hip that I’m expecting to make an appearance soon) and a feeling that I’ve still got half of a Derbyshire field in me. However it was great fun.
Well I’m back in the real world (although I returned to work yesterday) after a weekend of fun at Maelstrom and everything seems to be playing catch up with me. I no longer ache quite as much, but the dodgy knees seem to have been replaced with a head cold (Sudafed is wonderful stuff) and I still feel as if I need a lot more sleep before I’ll feel completely human again.
Feeling more chipper today – new month and all that – certainly a lot less introspective than I did yesterday. Long, long talk with Little Sister last night sort of put the world to rights (at least temporarily), plus feel that at least I know where I stand with something that’s been occupying a lot of my time recently, so even if I’m less than pleased with the outcome there is at least some relief in that I’m no longer pre-occupied with standing on eggshells all the time. Plus my major concern surrounding this whole affair has not materialised, a friendship has not been lost.
I’m tired, but seem to have avoided the fever that I thought I’d have this this time yesterday.
Once again another busy weekend has left me feeling knackered on the Monday, although there is plenty of work at the moment so very little chance of me twiddling my thumbs wondering what to do.
Back in work and not feeling that much like it after a weekend away at Maelstrom, reality sickness hasn’t really affected me before but today my general level of fatigue combined with a burgeoning head cold means that I’m finding it really difficult to concentrate on things.
My car once again looks like I’m getting ready to invade another country, which can mean only one thing – yes, I’ve got another weekend of LARP’ing. However this time I’m not just hauling my stuff, but two others and their stuff as well.
I’m an occasional player of Eve Online, I like it as a MMORPG because you tend to get a saner type of player than what I’ve come to expect from the genre. Indeed in the two years I’ve been playing it I can’t really remember a conversation falling into the normal “I pwnd you noob!” that people have come to expect -except last night.
Him: How old are you?
Him: Are you married?
Him: Will you be my wife? I’m 15, its legal in Denmark…
But the weekend was wonderful. I now need as much sleep as possible but I feel tired and achy in a good way. My first Maelstrom type event was great, now counting down towards the end of July and C and K are now looking to come to the next event (hopefully).
One of the appeals of camping is that its pretty much supposed to be man portable – something that I pretty much draw issue with. On the previous occasions that I’ve been camping my car has looked as if its geared up to overthrow a small country and today is no exception.