Waste Of Paint

Sunday, July 26, 2015

end of the world

Played the role playing game end of the world with a few friends tonight.  I ended up having axes, a bow and an arrow, a handgun, and a wetsuit on as a kayaked down toward the marina where a tsunami was coming.  The game was creepy because we were all playing ourselves...and then people started dying in weird ways. 

I started to get a bit scared/creeped out and really wanted to text snail.  I didn't though because I felt I had seen them a bit thursday, we texted yesterday, emailed yesterday, and I saw them next weekend.  It's kind of hard to weigh all of this when deciding to contact them... it becomes hard to do it out of my own desire.  I felt weird about this.  I wished I could text them, or call them, but instead I came home and am here writing.  meh.

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