[He rubs absently at the spot on his shoulder that had banged into a wall while blankly staring at the woman speaking to him. He doesn't recognize her. Not even after thinking for a good five seconds. He wonders if his mind will ever stop feeling like sludgy porridge.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 01:44 pm (UTC)I'm . . . fine. Sorry.