It's been a week now and I've been hiding in my room for the past three days writing, editing my autobiography, and reading erotic romance novels I found in Draenor. My celestial legs are fermenting as I blaze through the pages… No, I don't think that works. I'm not a writer. I think that's kind of gross to be honest.
I've been trying to remember the details of my escape from Silvermoon during the Undead Invasion and I can't seem to remember. What am I doing with my life? I'm just laying here, and breathing. I've stepped out to eat and do paperwork on paladin deployments but every time someone has knocked on my door I've just been snoring obnoxiously until they go away. If I'm going to make any progress at all I think I should start writing something that is going on right now and stop reading Twilight fan fiction. Tomorrow, but really this time.