Man, I'm feeling bad. Consensus is that I may have picked up a mild case of sun poisoning while at Six Flags.
The irony of that on the day I actually remembered to put on some sun screen is hardly lost on me.
I'd like to post something of actual content today. I'm not thinking that'll happen this morning. I'm barely keeping my lids up, as is.
And Auto Assault is refusing to make screen shots while running in a window, which makes me grumpy. You can only imagine. Plus, I need a friend who's a Mutant Shaman and who can provide me some damn healing so I can complete these stupid escort missions. Its hard to escort even a great fighter if they can't get patched up after a hard fight with a swarm of Pikes or Scavs. Bastards.
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