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After a spot of ridiculously late-night empirical boiler experimentation... no sleep comes.
All that is going through my head is this snatch of Keats:
What can ail thee, knight-at-arms, alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is withered from the lake, and no birds sing.
Stupid brain. Kill it with fire.
In other news, me and a Finnish friend 2-manned Molten Core today. Even Ragnaros. Loot was risible! Why was that stuff *ever* considered epic!? How the hell did we ever scrape together 40 people to do it!? Got feralheart shoulders, but mainly Arcanist and Cenarion. Typical for a 'lock/loladin combo. >_>
All that is going through my head is this snatch of Keats:
What can ail thee, knight-at-arms, alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is withered from the lake, and no birds sing.
Stupid brain. Kill it with fire.
In other news, me and a Finnish friend 2-manned Molten Core today. Even Ragnaros. Loot was risible! Why was that stuff *ever* considered epic!? How the hell did we ever scrape together 40 people to do it!? Got feralheart shoulders, but mainly Arcanist and Cenarion. Typical for a 'lock/loladin combo. >_>
