September 23rd, 2008

Middle Triassic

Things to do in Providence when your...

Soooooo...a Joyful Mabon to all those who mark the turning of the Wheel of the Year.

But, I'm making this post because a few of you expressed interest in joining me and Spooky in World of Warcraft. And I discovered this morning that I goofed when I set up my account last Saturday. You may recall, I was in the throes of tooth pain and Oxycodon. Instead of choosing an RP server, I chose a PVP server (Anub'arak). And we didn't catch it until this ayem, which might say something about the usefulness of WoW for actual rp. Anyway, despite the fact that my character, Merricat, was LvL 19+, and Spooky's, Syllahr, was 17+, tonight we started we've both started over on an RP server — Cenarian Circle. My new character looks exactly the same, but is named Mithwen, instead of Merricat, as I was in the mood for Sindarin (Mith = "grey" + the suffix wen, "maiden"). Spooky is still Syllahr, and she says I shouldn't be Tolkien's bitch. But I am. Anyway, as I write this, I've made it back up to Lvl. 8 (since 9:00 pm). And that's the server where we'll be, if anyone is looking for us. Apologies for any inconvenience.

I'll make a real post tomorrow.
chidown

Begging off

Holy fuck, but I'm tired.

After the marathon "leveling crunch" last night (Spooky and I both made it back up to Lvl 10, and it only took seven consecutive hours), I managed a long writing day and finished Chapter Six of The Red Tree this afternoon. But now I am far, far too tired and my head too murksome to make a decent journal entry. But I'll get to it in the morning, promise, complete with photographs from yesterday's trip to Fort Weatherill on Conanicut Island. I edited and uploaded the images this morning.

Spooky promises comfort food for dinner, and then...well...I hope to get to Lvl. 15 tonight. Hello, my name is Caitlín. I'm a godsdamned dork.