Divisions and Precisions

A note about my craptacular day:

It got better.

Of course, it got better after I had a flat tire and wound up sitting beside US-23 for half an hour, and after I had to swallow my pride about my mom buying a set of tires for my car. But it got better. Buffy was both remarkably plotless and hysterically funny tonight. I think my favorite exchange, which sort of summed up the mindset for the whole session was:

: Why do we have to roleplay this out?
Mer: Uh, because it's a roleplaying game?

I have a headache from laughing, but I am also supremely tired. I feel at peace again, which can only be a good thing.