Rampaging productivity or clever fake? You decide.

243 words on chapter 13, largely because the sequence with the trains had been rattling around in my head and I wanted to write it down to shut it the hell up. I haven't been feeling well enough to be useful, which makes useful productivity kinda hard to come by.

I did, however, get to level 13 on World of Warcraft and finished the gods-be relics quest, sheesh. I wound up hooking up with someone else in the hallway on the way down who was doing it at the same time, and we went on a rampage of death, destruction, and, "Uhhh, which way do you think we should turn here?"

Also, this here story warms the cockles of my jaded little blackened heart. The war against ignorance wins a battle for once, and truth drives out violence. Whodathunkit?

Addendum: Oh yeah, and teinedreugan and I spent this mighty sports-watching day watching poker on ESPN. :)