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annwfynGod, I'm aching today. Last night, whilst coming home from work, I slipped on the top step of the bus and slid from the top floor to the bottom floor. It was quite scary, actually. I couldn't get up for a moment afterwards - winded and in shock, I think - and I was really shaky when I did get up. I'm OK now, although I ache more than I thought possible - my hip, my arm and my ribs are just solid swollen masses of bruise.
In good news, the earache has subsided a bit, but I am feeling remarkably delicate.
In other news, I re-activated my WoW account last night so my lvl 62 (shhhh...yes...I know it's shameful) rogue could go and helppierot level a dwarf. We both remembered why we rarely do this. It was kind of comic listening to us in the front room.
"No...no....Sally....not there...here...I'm DYING!"
"Oh. Yes. Sorry. Where are you again? Hang on. Sorry. Got distracted. Which nagah?"
"THE ONE KILLING ME?"
"Which one is that again?"
I truly am the worst computer gamer in history. I did collect some cursed tokens in Outlands for a very focused military type man. It seemed like an inoffensive thing to do, although I've had my concerns about questgivers ever since the 'I'm just a poor old man living by a graveyard who wants some...sewing supplies. For my zombie. Did I say zombie? I meant socks...' incident. You can never trust those types.
And as a note, is it horribly telling that the Americans blow up stuff to celebrate gaining their independence, freedom, a constitution etc and we blow up stuff to celebrate the religious persecution of Catholics? It's something that worries me every year.
In good news, the earache has subsided a bit, but I am feeling remarkably delicate.
In other news, I re-activated my WoW account last night so my lvl 62 (shhhh...yes...I know it's shameful) rogue could go and help
pierot level a dwarf. We both remembered why we rarely do this. It was kind of comic listening to us in the front room."No...no....Sally....not there...here...I'm DYING!"
"Oh. Yes. Sorry. Where are you again? Hang on. Sorry. Got distracted. Which nagah?"
"THE ONE KILLING ME?"
"Which one is that again?"
I truly am the worst computer gamer in history. I did collect some cursed tokens in Outlands for a very focused military type man. It seemed like an inoffensive thing to do, although I've had my concerns about questgivers ever since the 'I'm just a poor old man living by a graveyard who wants some...sewing supplies. For my zombie. Did I say zombie? I meant socks...' incident. You can never trust those types.
And as a note, is it horribly telling that the Americans blow up stuff to celebrate gaining their independence, freedom, a constitution etc and we blow up stuff to celebrate the religious persecution of Catholics? It's something that worries me every year.
