Somewhat better...

One lasagne, one intimate act and 10 or 11 hours of sleep later, our heroine doesn't feel like crap exactly, but she is wandering around dazed. Going to TKD forms class tonight because lack of activity is driving her crazy even though one leg still hurts. Going to Steer Roast out of sense of obligation, spiced up slightly by the chance to play exhibitionist if it's warm enough (I have a long-sleeved mesh shirt that I've been wanting to wear all by itself, and Steer Roast is definitly the place for that, if-and-only-if it isn't freezing cold).

Got my laptop back in usable shape so it can come home and maybe I can work on my story this weekend. And... crap, I'm gonna be late for TKD! Bye.