That's just something childless people tell themselves.
Quite right, every time I see my friends black bags under their eyes.
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Still have a couple of days left on my vacation, and my boss had decided that today and tomorrow were perfect days to plan for me and my coworkers to get licenced to drive our tugs. He had planned this after I planned my vacation, but I want the licence so I had agreed to come in anyway and do the course. Arrived at work 15 minutes before we were about to start my coworkers greeted me, insanely happy that I was there but confused wondering what I was doing; Turns out the course was cancelled because they had too much to do.
Really pleased that I had to drive 100km's to find that out. Really, I am.
Spent the day instead with the doctor, taking lung x-rays and such. Got prescribed a bloodclotting drug and told to wait for a specialist to call me or send a letter. Going to pick up my meds in a while and then head to my friends for some D&D.
Been GM'ing my old campaign the past few weeks, at the moment they've been set up by a green dragon acting as a noble. The characters are quite high levelled and the Helmite cleric of the group decided that, **** it, don't want to trudge through a court hearing - Divine Intervention power; "Helm! Bring us to the one responsible for this!" rolls his dice and succeeds.
Both the dragon and the group finding themselves in his lair are quite surprised.