Hate.

It's been a day since the shit hit the fan.

I have a massive static electricity charge that I can't get rid of, which zaps me whenever I touch anything metal, and which fucks with nearby electronics.

The screaming migraine and bleeding from the nose have mostly tapered off.

The blisters on my forearms have started popping and oozing fluid. They're covered in neosporin. My blankets are covered in neosporin. I'm throwing them all out later.

I have never dealt with this much paradox before.

Leave me the fuck alone.

1 warehouse, 1 BSD kin, 1 kitsune, 3 BSDs, and me

( Mindraping Eddy )

( 1 Kitsune vs 3 BSDs. I KNEW this would happen. *brace* FIRE MISSION, OUT! )

Thomas called wanting to know if I was all right and if he could come over. I told him I did not want company and that I was dangerous to be around. He wanted to come over and patrol around outside my cabin. Told him no again. I suspect the badly injured fox is seeking magical protection--perhaps--after he got a taste of what I was capable of doing. He needs to be seeking out a theurge, though