Ow.

Elena, keep your psychic buddy away from me. I'll wind up punching him in the face for that punch last night. And remind me to mock Atra once my head stops feeling like it's got a high school drum corps doing a practice routine in it. Ow ow ow.

And why's my arm asleep? Who used it as a pillow? Because it wasn't me. At least I woke up with my ( Read more... )