Work log 02... sort of.

[unity_of_will]

Frame is complete. Testing the feet for balance and weight tolerance - I've tried to lighten it, but we're still talking over 200 lbs. here. Hands are progressing slowly. Myomer muscles ready for attachment.

I'm not sick, dammit.

Comments

[mollyforeva]

If you're not sick... well, you sure look like it.

Go to bed, I'll work on the hands. I don't need to be on my feet for that, so I should be fine.

[unity_of_will]

Mmn.

[mollyforeva]

...oh man, I'm having flashbacks to Silver here.

You're not working right this instant, are you?

[unity_of_will]

Christ Eva, don't compare me to that little bastard.

No. I'm in bed.

[glowy_brows]

God dammit, Otto! You're not a machine! If you keep running yourself ragged like this, its going to affect your health poorly.

[unity_of_will]

Certainly feel like one sometimes.

Yeah, yeah. I'm going.

[glowy_brows]

... You're not, all right? You have to believe that. You're still human.

Good. Get some rest. You need it. Don't let the kids keep you up.

[unity_of_will]

...Thanks.

[deanof_medicine]

Usually saying that you aren't sick means you're sick.