Good lord, physical labour calls to me from the nadir of the abyss. I literally have to stand there, and like, pick up pieces of wire and hand them over. In between eating biscuits, of course, because my blood sugar is an insatiable mistress who seeks to choke all of the sense out of my brain before choking me, full stop.
Who else gets low blood sugar?
Feel free to continue with your drag queen discussion, only I have absolutely nothing to impart. I'm too jacked up on reading He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, and crafting voodoo dolls of He-Man and gouging out his cottony liver because, I mean, come on. You can't fuck around with Skeletor, my soulmate of soulmates, and get away with it.
Man-At-Arms is a joke, though.