Granted, there's so many other things I could be doing with my precious time than leveling my rogue by doing the same blasted Horde quests over and over and over, but... yeah. I WAS in the mood to do the quests, not to... knit my blasted purse I've been meaning to make, or learn sign language, or CLEAN.
Blergy.
My wound hath soaked through four layers of bandage and is still massively tender. Delish.
Cramping all day. Bloated like a three-day-dead pig.
