September 21st, 2005

me

Ouch. A day of complaints.

Apparently, I have angered the gods of wellbeing. Everything hurts. My shoulders and neck feel fused together--or at least like they really would like to be--wingstubs are deeply upset, and I've got this odd and persistent pain in my right breast. It's a hot, jabby ache, worse than a bruise but not sharp like a cut. I slept for something like fourteen hours yesterday, and I'm still tired. I'd say I was in a flare, but I haven't spiked a fever (yet).

Seems like I overdid something. Stupid body.

   

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A Harmony of Foxes
New words: 1100
The novel continues apace.

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