survival

I managed to survive running an eleven-and-a-half-hour game yesterday.

There I was, sitting in my shoebox-sized apartment with seven of my best friends and running a role-playing game set in modern Seattle.

And it was pure chaos for most of the evening.

My friend Mackie said I'd crack under the strain of keeping seven distinct storylines straight.

It was a close thing.

At the end, the good guys were triumphant (for the most part) and the bad guys were on the run (again, for the most part).

And I slept the sleep of the dead that night (well, really sometime this morning).

I'm still sleepy.