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*blinks shakily* Ow. Also, ow. That ... hurt. *shakes head, slightly bewildered*

I possibly have a low threshhold for pain. That aside. I have rather badly burned shoulders. I just walked twenty minutes carrying a backpack across said shoulders (no help for it, I don't drive and I had to get home from the bus). This, apparently, hurt.

*blinks some more* I'm in the shaky, mildly shocky stage. I get that. Not through the thing itself. When I'm in pain there's more this ... detached sense of just living through it until it stops. Just, when it does, or when it's safe, I tend to sort of ... collapse. And shake. *shrugs ... stops shrugging, shrugging hurts*

Also, I have a possibly strange question that I need to work on some. I'll ask it later. Long bus journeys (4 hours plus) tend to make me introspective. So does pain. *grins faintly* For some reason, the world takes on this vaguely absurd cast when I'm in pain. Things happen until they stop, and for some reason there's something vaguely funny about it. *spreads hands* I don't know. Don't ask.

Okay. Okay. Stop shaking. Come back later with question. Also, possibly eat. Yes. This is plan. Heh.

That strange question I needed to ask ...

Okay. Bald question first:

What does forgiveness mean?

( Now. Some elaboration: )