Sore, sore, sore, sore, sore.

Avatar marathon was really, really good. I needed a day of downtime and the good company that is Misha, Andrew and Mel (but mostly Misha, as the others ran off to see a concert) really helped restore my spirits after the near-fiasco that was Nuit Blanche. I have now seen the entire first season. Word.

I'm beginning to suspect my fibromyalgia ups and downs are going to be even more pronounced than ever before, which means I'll need to be even more careful than ever to manage it just so. That's going to be a challenge. More events like this can only help, though :) Watch me plan away.