Hate this.

I really, really, really do not like using LiveJournal this way. However, getting e-mails out of the Sent folder from Rogers is a royal pain, and I like not having e-mails I've sent out even less. And letting the rescheduling slide until I get home seems bad.

So.

theweaselking,[1] harald387, waterspyder; due to entirely reasonable real-life commitments, Wednesday is not an option for game, and neither is most of the two weeks afterwards.

I am thinking Saturday, February 18th. Start around 12:00, have lunch at our place while we run a refresher on the rules, end by 7:00 at the latest. waterspyder's summary stands, though I will note that while the characters may have forgotten about it, they *did* get that ring of keys out of the safe in the sheriff's office.

If this doesn't work for any reason, please speak up now. If it does, then hopefully you'll get to find out why the cows were trying to eat rock.
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[1] Yes, I know I already spoke to you about it. I'd just hate for you to feel excluded.

Meh.

I feel sick.

And I have this weird desire to phone my cats. Not 'cause they understand anything I'd have to say. Just so there'd be something I could ramble at that would make mouth-noises back at me in a way I could pretend meant something.[1]

This is what four hours of fractured sleep gets you.
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[1] Not that they *don't* mean something, but I'm looking for a little more personal relevance than "If I keep miaowing at the human, it keeps paying attention."