I felt like death the following day and rolled out of bed almost twenty minutes later than usual. So late, I had to settle for a tangled messy bun on top of my head instead of my usual style. I hadn't done laundry in a while and had to sort through my dirty clothes hamper and do the sniff test to find a pair of jeans.
Overall, the day started awful, and I felt disgusting.
Par for the course these last few days.
It took me a long time to get to sleep last night, and it only happened when exhaustion overtook my battered body. I'd never exhausted as much magic as I did yesterday, and I woke up paying the price.
I frowned down at my jeans, tugging on the suddenly loose waistband. Weird. They hadn't been loose the last time I wore them, and that had only been last week.
A glance in the mirror solved the puzzle for me. I was down at least ten pounds, the magic sucking all the reserves from my body. No wonder I felt so awful. I looked the part too.