Lethargic, apathetic and whiny

Last night, I slept for seven hours. I got up, had breakfast, and promptly slept for four more.

Despite that, my eyes prefer to stay closed, and my head feels like a soft-boiled egg that someone has hit with a spoon.

I'm hungry, but am unnaturally apathetic toward the thought of food. It's too much trouble. Especially since my kitchen is still a disaster zone.

This is what happens when I'm not properly caffeinated. Sucked down my last reserves on Wedsnesday and am now in the throes of deprivation.

It ain't pretty.

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Ladyhawke -- "The Squire's Horse"

From a prompt at comment_fic. Set about a week after the conclusion of Ladyhawke.

( The Squire's Horse )

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