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Last night, I proved that the small insignificant magic powers I had as a child are still extant.

I had my D&D game last night and one of my players was rolling terribly all night - nothing above a 5 for hours. And that sucks, even if you're trying to be a good sport about it. So, after her third 2 in 5 minutes, I took her d20, cupped it in my hands, breathed on it, and said "I need you to stop," then handed it back.

It then rolled two nat 20s in a row and nothing under 13 the rest of the night.

So that's cool.

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Today's social anxiety mood is "I would like to teach myself to play both the harmonica and the recorder but I cannot actually bear to have anyone hear me practice."

I mean, to be honest, I don't really want to know that anyone can hear me play at all - all of my non-singing musical urges are solely based around wanting to produce music for my own enjoyment - but I can't progress to that anxiety until I get past the first one.

It is a trouble.