Actual productive work.

Now my head hurts, I can't even keep my eyes focused, and I have to give the computer back... and dammit, NOW Arrasto logs on. *sigh*

This is not my day.

...or my week, or my month.

Hungry Jax, in just about every sense of the word. I feel like I'm starving to death, I want to go Hunt. Gah.

Productive Jax.

In-Serious-Pain Jax.

Aching, Sniffling, Sneezing, Ouching, Queasy, Tired, Can't-Quite-Rest Jax.

I hate this.