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It was hard to admit, but Eris didn't feel like sleeping. It was as if she had even grown bored with the one thing that kept her occupied. There was so little new...With no real base of worship, everyone seemed to work on cruise control, leaving them nothing but time to work out and "fix" and mischief she might want to spread... And she had no desire at all to start messing with love lives. Not only was it way more trouble than it was worth - there were far too many love gods who got annoyed at that sort of thing, seeing it as "their" territory...It was also, in her opinion, rather trite. Anyone could fuck with a relationship, given a few well chosen words... she left that sort of thing to the amateurs. Sadly, it left very little, currently. The war was old news. Politics bored her. Her bed wasn't serving as a refuge... She sat in the parlor of her home, and debated going out... perhaps something would come to her.