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Tired, grumpy, still achy. I am not bruising, which I was hoping to do because then I could show people and be like "see, I fell down the stairs and it HURT." But alas, it is not to be. Curse you fatty cushioning that did it's job and kept my hide intact as I tumbled down twent-one stairs and hit concrete. I'm still sore and this is making me grumpy so I'm going to the bookstore to buy manga after work tonight. Maybe I'll get a javakula at the Borders cafe-thingy.

Curses

Pray for me. The child that I made read The Giver has returned. And has really read it. Now, as promised, I must read his book of choice....little bastard really knows how to twist the knife in. I offer him fine children's literature and he offers me Darkblade: Daemon's Curse (Warhammer). Which, um, is a book series based off of a video game I was not particularly fond of. I looked the title up on Amazon and it has a really, really high rating, unfortunately all of the reviewers either seem to be eleven or brain dead fanboys who think that R.A. Salvatore is the height of really great fantasy writing and that Robert Jordan really does write just like Tolkien. ::sighs:: Well, at least it's about a dark elf.