Argh. Tired. Today was Geek Day, played DnD. Pleased to say that watching Doctor Who and anime last night after I clocked in with the Jock stream-of-consciousness left my brain actually *working* for DnD. Mostly. More on that in a moment.

I'd like to think that the Jock sabotaged my game, though it feels unfair to blame him, given that I can't quite see how. I'm sure we're all familiar with the Fantasy Trope wherein if the underdog is a small, unassuming old man and the reigning champs are a team of bruisers with 100-to-1 odds in their favor, then the underdog is going to kick some serious ass. Well, the party had the capacity to bet on just such an engagement. Every narrative instinct I've picked up from years reading fantasy books and playing DnD was SCREAMING at me to put it all on the little guy, and I only put in less than half my cash. I could have walked out with a fortune; the Fighter did. Argh. Dammit.
But that's not the primary thing. The primary thing is: Before, on Sundays, the Jock stays at home, I'm flaccid during the game and when I get home, BOING! out comes the Jock's cock and I need to let him out to play for a while. Not today. We were appraising the loot we got from robbing a warehouse, and The Jock started agitating for attention. Not, "this is LAME, let's go work out" type agitating; it was like a puppy, "I wanna play now, play with me!" jumping around nonsense. I kept having to surreptitiously reach into my pants and readjust.
That's about it for tonight, I'm exhausted and in need of sleep. So, in summation: You WILL be receiving journal entries for Monday and Tuesday nights, because I don't leave for A-Kon til Wednesday. When I get to the hotel, I will be compromising with the Jock. He stays well behaved throughout the Con, I make use of the fitness center in the hotel, and we both try to get laid.
Should be fun.