When a horse-hating Nazgûl wielding a horse-slaying weapon asks your polymorphed-into-a-horse-self if you’re a horse…you say “moo”.
Where am I supposed to be?
Oh, ha ha.
Ha, ha in fucking deed.
Yesterday: scary trip to maybe not quite as Evil as most of his kith Dentist
Last night: start to feel kinda ooky
This morning: yay, full blown bronchitis!
Fortunately, the ED had prescribed antibiotics for the infection in my tooth. Apparently, you have to knock down tooth infections *before* you do any work on them. Who knew?