Thank god it’s Friday. This is officially One of the Worst Weeks In History™ – it’s true. Due to unforseen problems, I went back and ripped apart all of the templates and includes. Much tense discussion, as somehow we have to pull a usable version of this massive site
out of our out of thin air by the end of April, and be ready for full go-live by the beginning of September. Gah, I feel shattered and torn.
I need to ride. I desperately need to go riding. But the barn is so frigid that even with my heaviest winter wear, I can’t stand it. And Lizzie hates it.
Last night in game I made the really, incredibly stupid mistake of running up to the massive gates of a Horde encampment, forgetting that I needed to sneak through a broken gate in back, and I may as well as stripped naked, painted a target on my chest, and sung songs in front of it. Thanks to the higher-level friend who was following, laughing her ass off, I escaped although my voidie died and we both had PVP flags on (fair game for characters who would normally ignore us). n00b.
Please, please, let it be 5:30…there’s a massive vodka with my name on it waiting.