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Walking in the Bathtub of Tuesday.

The entire day seems as though I've been underwater.

I slept in and missed my first class which made me stagnent for most of the day, parked in front of computer. I was useful but felt useless. I did manage to unclutter my e-mail and finish dealing with Garou stuffs for a while, at least until the next pack game.

Invoking is evil. <--(heh, fucking reclaimers).

Work went in slow motion, both in time and the way movement felt. Even now I feel as though the air is resising my attempts at walking. Please excuse me, I need to find the drain plug chain.

Comments

Heh, wait till you acctually meet reclaiming witches (oh, they fucking hate it when you call them "reclaimers"), they will drive you bat-shit crazy...

I'm speaking from experience here.

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