Sufficiently disturbed

It's the morning after Lori's birthday party, and I was awakened just a few minutes ago by the sound of puking. My immediate thought was that perhaps Lori had overindulged, or maybe Lucy, but I hadn't thought so, and I was considering getting up and fetching whoever it was a glass of water or something.

Only, as I reached for my water bottle to help chase away cobwebs, I realized that whoever was puking was outside. It wasn't a sound coming from an open bathroom window and floating in my window: it was a sound coming form right outside and just below my window. I looked down, and there sat a man on a mat of cardboard, his messy hair the only feature I could make out in the pre-dawn light. He kept clearning his throat and spitting.

As his back was turned, I eased the window quietly shut, and rose to let Calvin out. Then I checked all the locks. I can still hear him clearing his throat and spitting. It's just lovely.

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"Hey, Misha, how was your weekend?"
"Well, Saturday I went to the Scottish Games and Sunday I was woken up by a drunk man puking outside my window. Good times."

Two and a half hours later, and the drunk son of a diseased weasel is still there. Asleep.

Fuck. My left shoulder has a knot the size of Cleveland just under the shoulder blade. Might as well get the game stuff ready.

Wah. Donwanna. Wannasleep.

Ripples in the pond

Urm. So I've come up with several evil things to do to my players, but can't find the campaign notebook to tie them into the adventure. Um. Badness. Most uncool.

I have some vague ideas, and the little I've put up for the players on the rabidpug website, but I can't find my maps or my evil schemes. This disturbs me. Doesn't help that the last time I fucked with this stuff was early May. Pre-Dru move, pre-Ali move. Could I have brought it to work?

Edit: Such a giant dork. I looked again in the various piles in the living room, and voila!