Now I remember...

...why it is I usually make meself scarce on the journals when I'm in a state. I'm shutting the fuck up now - sleep potions are handy sometimes. Hopefully there's some news in the morning.

Buggeration

Doc Strange dropped by to give me the magic version of a check-up, and to give me the fucking annoying news that there will be no healing spells for another week. I'm doing a lot better than I was, but he's still giving me grief about over-extending meself and says the stress here doesn't help me recover. So not only do I get to sit around with me thumb up me arse while there's three people in medlab that could use a boost, but I'm not supposed to get upset or stressed about it. Easier said than done.

Paige? Up for a ride? I need to get out of here for a bit, and I'm guessing you might too, and riding always helps me relax. I can go on me own if you're busy, but I wouldn't mind the fellow-horse-person-roomie company.