Because Someone's Getting Ooooooold.

Happy birthday, old man Sam!

Enjoy your day off from work and try not to throw your back out. ;)

(Okay, okay, he's 32 today, so he's not really all that old. Some of this is me freaking out that I'll be 31 in January. Also, he knows I love him and we give each other crap all the time. :P)

I am addicted to bullet-points.

• I've finally chosen a night for a "free" RP event for Steadfast. Given that the Hallow's End world even starts tomorrow, I'm doing a masquerade ball. I'm a bit nervous about hosting this and hoping I can come up with something to at least get the ball rolling (pun unintentional yet no less hilarious), something that'll keep people interested and entertained. I've planned for three hours, though I expect that people will be coming and going. (That reminds me, I need to make a note of that on the announcement.) There's going to be a costume contest and we're coming up with in-game prizes to hand out.

• I am running on two hours of sleep right now. I couldn't take a nap because I had to pick up the kiddo at 11:30 and I have to leave here in about 45 minutes to get back to the school for a meeting with the kiddo's teacher at 1:20. I'm anxious about it, partly because I'm tired and partly because I'm worried there's going to be a need for me to once more emphasize that the kiddo can handle his workload. (Sam will be there, so that makes me feel a little better at least.)

• Due the aforementioned insomnia, I haven't trusted myself to try and write today. I do have questions for you, Solivar, but I might not be able to post them until later this afternoon. I can tell you I'm stealing the memories-in-a-soulstone idea for something Fol is doing.

• After the teacher meeting, we're all going out for a cheap lunch and then grocery shopping. During that I'm going to pick out a meal for Sam's birthday, though I still haven't the faintest idea what I'm going to cook for him. Bah, I took him out for a nice dinner Thursday. :p

• A pair of jeans I purchased last year around my birthday that were snug-fitting-but-not-too-tight have gone into the realm of, "Holy crap, I can put them on and off while they're still buttoned! O_o" So, yeah, I thought I was losing weight, and I know how I did it too. Not eating well due to stress. So, I guess it's kind of a double-edge sword thing. Good and bad, but really, I'm not eating a lot because I don't feel like it and I don't really feel any different, just annoyed that this wonderful pair of jeans is now sagging in the butt. (Dad's genes at work. The first place I gain or lose weight is my butt that somehow still manages to be rather round despite the way it seems to shrink.)

• Time to go wake the sleeping bear AKA Sam since we have to hit the road soon. More later unless I pass out this afternoon.