Words Unspoken|Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten.

I’m tired. I cleaned a bunch today, did some “farming” on my priest (I made over 300 gold today!), finished up Karazhan and pretty much spent my day alone and bored. I had a pretty rough night mentally and emotionally, but I had a couple people who helped and made me feel back on track.

There’s a lot going on in my head lately. A lot of things that I want to change about myself, but don’t have the drive, or the courage, or the opportunity. And sometimes I start out strong, and end up not-so-strong. I need to make a list of these things, but I’m going to do it somewhere privately. It’s a private thing, you know?

I think one thing that has gotten to me is feeling invisible. Right now, it’s with some raids. I’ll study an encounter, read up on it, know what is “supposed” to happen like the back of my hand, but nobody listens to my suggestions. I think it gets to me more because I dealt with this while I was working, too. I had good, organized, logical suggestions for how to fix things, but nobody listened. I really hope I can work on making myself heard.

Anyway, it’s really late (early, really, because it’s morning!) so I need some sleep. Badly. My body is very angry with me right now. My ankle is swollen, and I don’t know why. i don’t remember hitting it, but I probably did at some point.

So, we’re goofing around in Karazhan and decide to end our night fighting the Maiden of Virtue. We wander on into her room, our raid leader starts explaining the fight, and what do you think happens next?

Well, I re-did my interface earlier, which also meant making new macros and re-binding some keys. Somehow I managed to hit my auto-run key, and auto-ran right into her, starting the fight. I’m fabulous that way. We managed to kill her though, of course, because she’s super easy.

Incidentally, what’s the deal with the other things hanging out by the maiden? The Night Mistresses, Concubines and Wanton Hostesses? Hardly acceptable for the 12-year-olds playing the game. The things they say even make me blush! Oh well, though. I suppose people should actually read the ratings on games before buying them for their children, or else they will be exposed to things like…

‘Five seconds! I’m not kidding!’

‘So I said, “Yeah, but that’ll cost you extra.”‘

‘He asked if the imp could join in– can you believe it? Actually, it wasn’t half bad…’

Anyway, that’s enough rambling for tonight. I definitely should get to bed. I’m tired!

I keep hurting myself. Either I’m entirely too clumsy for my own good, or the doors in this apartment have something very much against me.

Okay, this is hard to describe, but you know the little metal latch thing that the doorknob goes into? The part that sits on the door frame, I mean. Well, walking into the bathroom the other day, my arm got hooked on that, and now I’ve got a lump and a bruise just below my elbow.

Then, yesterday, Matt and I were goofing around, and he was chasing me around, and I went to duck into the bedroom. The door decided it wanted to get me, so it closed a tiny bit and I made full contact with my wrist on the door handle. It swelled up like there was a golf ball under the skin, and now it’s tender. I don’t see any bruises when I look, but it’s at such a weird angle that I might just not see it. Either way, it hurts.

On top of these, I have the most random bruises on my legs and my OTHER arm, so I know I’ve got a problem.