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Feels like I've been hit by a bloody tank. I must not be dead, then.

Zauriel looks like Katar from behind. Note to self: never, ever approach him from behind again. Stupid wings.

Ted owes me dinner. Hah.

Wally West came by and bought me some time. I intend to use it, monster flu or no monster flu. Half the city is down and the other half is panicking, and I'll be damned if a glorified virus is going to keep me from stepping up when I'm really needed. I refuse to accept this illness.

Ted, be careful. Be safe. Don't get sick. Please. I will not lose ( Read more... )