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Sweet Mother of Holy Crap!

Sore. Sore like a sore undergrad at Sore University. Wow, you keep typing sore it looks weird, as if it no longer is part of the English language, but has gone on and had an affair with Urdu and converted.

I was on a late night raid last night - only started at 9, and by the end, when the goodies were finally dropping and I got me a sweet set of Magister shoulders (and a head piece for priests that looks like someone dropped a radar array on Flame's head) I was so tired I was almost crying. But I'd gotten into the zone of fire blast/arcane missiles/scorch so it wasn't straining the mental capacitors. Just the eyelids.

So I slept in this morning. Woke briefly a couple of times, moved an inch, regretted it immediately and went back to sleep. I can feel each muscle group that I isolated yesterday, with the exception of my back and abs, for which I would be kissing the ground in thanks, except that I really should vaccuum.

I should run off to the Farmer's Market and then plant my basil and peppers, but I really don't want to move. Moving=Bad. Eh, I'll live.