Westenev
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I'd be careful putting too much stock in self-diagnosis, especially if you’re going to paint it badly. The body follows the mind, after all.
Definitely worth to remember this. But, I just feel tired more than usual. I only managed about eight hundred words for my Bioshock fanfic before running out of energy. My flu is mostly gun, then it went into my stomach, now it seems to have decided to focus on sapping my energy.
Will try to RP this weekend or so, after Thanksgiving, though.
I will pull out every book, slice open every painting, turn every candlestick, desecrate every ancient burial urn. The outpost's riches will be mine.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
Damn el cheapo tavern owner, making us inactives walk a reasonable distance. I mean, what kind of magical fantasy quest giver doesn't have a horse-drawn carrage s/he can loan (or something to that effect)?