one-hundred-thirty-six.

[glock30]

Don't worry yourselves, I'm feeling better. The bedroom doesn't smell so good, though.

So.

Someone owes me a drink, right? Might be needed if all this deity bullshit turns out to be true.

((ooc: not affected. And, yeah, I'm supposed to be on semi-hiatus, ftw. I can't stay away.))