Professional Time Wasting and Chicken and Waffles Debuff

Got a text from an east coast friend who must be lurking on Facebook, and noticed a mutual acquaintance ran 27 miles today. I told her I sat on my fanny for hours playing a game. She gave me permission. CD Rogue came downstairs to tell me his cold is a flu, and my snoring kept  him up. The sound of Pikmin 2 is trilling from the next room. My tummy still hurts, (yes, I have another doctor appointment…yes yes yes) and, oh yes, did I tell you my best achievement buddy Kaylyne went Horde  to be with her main squeeze? And all quiet, (too quiet) in the Drunken Fish, and, did I mention my tummy still hurts?

And it's Daylight Savings time ending? Beginning? Whatever. Lost an hour.

Pffft.

So, while I'm getting some rested XP on Sajja, who used to be a gnome monk named LuckyCricket, who became a Night Elf monk, and is now comfortable in her own blue skin as a Draenei monk (I spend tiny bits of money when I am bored), did the orange contest while still a Night Elf for Thela:

March: Orange

And the other day, my friend Turk drank some potion of illusion, and unintentionally I got to see how beautiful Zep would look with her cloak:

This is what she would look like with cloak...

Zep in a bubble, without cloak

Why does my tummy hurt? I don't know. I really don't.  Maybe it's sad. Sad it doesn't have any Girl Scout cookies. Or maybe because I tried a few of these yesterday:

That would make any tummy confused.

Or maybe it's sad because it knows things are changing. The times, the hours, the friendships, all change and transform. Seasons come and go, and we wax and wane 'round and round.

No, it's the the potato chips.


And sometimes we all feel like this:

Yup, in Azeroth, feeling kind of orange.