Back in my day, when we had a game, sleep or no sleep, we suffered through it, dammit, and we loved it. We also used a lot of commas and clauses in our sentences, you know, and that's just the way it was. Uphill. Both ways. In eight feet of snow.
Dunno what I'm doing tonight, but I'll get hold of chaosreality and we'll do something (madeofmeat, you're welcome to show up, too, just didn't know if you wanted to make the trip up here). Hell, he and I and zombiedip can play Talisman or something. Actually, I've been playing with her a lot today...I'm sure the wood shop has never seen THAT act performed within it's vicinity before. ;)