*sighs deeply*
Sometimes I wonder why I even fucking bother...
Remember the gamer friend I mentioned a while back? The one who chewed me out when I had to cancel our games? Well, today I sent her an e-mail, candidly apologizing for having unintentionally been a bit of a dick, you know with last minute cancelations and such, but also explaining my situation, why I've been so little available and why I've felt like not playing much in the past weeks. Hell, I even wrote the message so that she could jump over the medical stuff 'cause I didn't want to force her to read it.
Welp, got me an answer. She and I sometimes exchange stories about our game, pushing the plot along, giving sneak peeks and just putting in things we haven't had the chance to play. She's done that way more than I have, but that's another kettle of fish.
She sent me another story, a continuation from where we left off the last time. With a note.
"Since we can't get the story to move along otherwise".
God.
Fucking.
Damn.
It.
She's an awesome gamer, and a long-time buddy, but sometimes she just drives me f***ing crazy.