And not the cute fluffy kind either.

It started when I decided to install this mod called Knights of the Nine : Revelation onto (into? over? through?) my Oblivion install.

It sounded pretty interesting, it was apparently beloved by thousands of fellow nerds, and it was an unofficial sequel to the Knights of the Nine official DLC. So I thought I would download it and give it a shot.

First problem was that I misread the instructions and headed to the wrong place entirely. Totally my fault but I still got panicky and frustrated before I figured it out.

Then things get going and I meet up with Sir Gareth^[1] and he says, “Hey let’s go find the thing”, then says, “I’ll follow you.”

But… you’re the one who knows where this thing is. You’re the one who told me about it in the first place. It is logically impossible for me to lead you to it.

So off I go to Google a solution. Nothing. Because when I have any kind of problem on the computer, it’s something no human ever has or will experience.

So I leave a panicky message on the Reddit group for Oblivion, then go back into the game and restart the quest, and this time I notice Sir Fucknuts telling me we have to go to some place whose name I forget so we’ll call it Nunkunt.

I noticed that the first game but didn’t make note of the title because I assumed that there would be a map marker to follow, like normal.

Nope! So now I technically know where to go, but no idea where it is. Lovely.

Back to the web. This time, with slightly different search terms, I manage to find a video walkthrough and get a general idea of where Nunkunt is located.

But it’s still not marked on my map so I have to go search all over that region to find this fucking place. Which is not fun.

Finally I find it and do a VERY boring dungeon except for the boss fight at the end and a couple of well executed traps.

After that, Gareth fucks off, so I guess I just… I dunno, run errands for a bit?

Then I laid down for a nap. Woke up 5 minutes from my 11 am wound care appointment. FUCK. Get ready, car’s battery is dead, so cab time.

End up not getting there till 11:40 am, which is way too late. They’ve moved on. Should have just phoned ahead to see if there was a chance. Wasted $20 on cabs.

Oh well, fuck it, some days are just like that.

Time to return to my hibernation capsule.

More after the break.

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“Underling, kill this man!
“With pleasure, sir!”
“No, use the gun. “

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Sewing for nuns is habit-forming.

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“Doctor, what about pneumocistitis?”
“It’s hard to say…. ”

The crushing tides

Depression’s been hitting me pretty hard.

Like tides of black water crashing into me from all directions over and over, crushing me in between them and leaving me broken and bloodied on the shores of…

..um… dammit, I had something for this….

…on the shores of…. um.. stuff.

Look, even I run out of metaphors sometimes.

Point is, I feel shitty. To the point that I don’t even want to get out of bed, and that is very rare for me.

Unlike other depressives, reluctance to get out of bed has never been a big factor in my depression. I could always get my ass to the computer without a fight at least.

But for the last couple of days it’s been a struggle, and I have to just lay there a while gathering my strength in order to do it.

Luckily, I still get sick of lying there and bored as hell eventually and that drives me from the comfort of my bed if nothing else will.

If that ever fails, you will know I am really sick.

Like, call 911 kind of sick because this is Not Good. I have hit a whole new level of crazy and the media must be alerted.

Oh, I forgot, I don’t matter and never will.

Well at least tell my shrink.

Then again, I am pretty sure I am also physically sick.

The malaise is there, as is a scratchy, hot feeling in my ears, throat, and lungs. I’ve had some random and fairly acute pains in my joints, especially in my left knee. I feel the beginning of chills coming on too.

Felt fine before I went to the health center today. I’m just sayin’.

I mean, I had my mask on (natch) but there’s all kinds of bugs besides Covid and some of them spread by contact so masks don’t do shit.

In order to get well you have to go hang around in a room full of sick people, and there is just no way about it.

Now, odds are, I will fight this ague off like I have fought off all the others that keep gaining a foothold and causing mild-ish symptoms before disappearing.

But I can’t help feeling like ones of these times, the forces of infection are going to get a lucky shot in and bam, there I am with pneumonia or worse again.

Dammit do I want that Covid booster ASAP.

I wish we could just get it from our pharmacists like I did my flu shot.

From a fresh faced sexy young Korean pharmacist. Didn’t even feel it go in.

The necessary joke

Oh well, whatever happens will happen. I will weather it somehow and come out the other side of it and things will go back to sucking a more reasonable amount.

And that’s something we can all looks forward to.

Or at least dread a little less than usual.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.