Warning: Dragon Butt

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Wurgh. Blerrrgh. Flehhh.

Ever have one of those days? Where it feels like your tail is dragging, your coffee just isn't cutting it, and the time when you can curl back up into bed is just so far away?

Where nothing necessarily awful has occurred to make the feeling sensible; you're just not feeling up to par and you can't shake it?

That feeling is scientifically known as the Glumphs. It's not quite gloomy, it's not quite grumpy, it's just floating somewhere in between.

The Glumphs have hit this little fellow pretty hard. He took a few steps out of bed, thought about the day ahead of him, and meant to keep walking, but he just... couldn't anymore. He knows he's got things to do, and others depending on him, but he just can't make himself care too much right now.

And you just know a day spent wasted, all curled up in this uncomfortable position is only going to make things worse...

This little blue dragon just needs someone to commiserate with him. Maybe you've got enough Glumphs antibodies to go around?

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