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Gentle readers, if you ever have trouble getting to sleep due to an upset stomach, think for a moment to be certain that you've eaten something in the last twenty hours.

veek: What were you thinking!?
tablesaw: Obviously, I wasn't.

That's the reason I didn't get to sleep until five o'clock yesterday afternoon. It was at about four when I realized, "Perhaps eating food will help me to sleep." Oddly enough, it did.

The Parish Center was closed yesterday. I will call today and talk to or leave a message for T. before sleep. Which hopefully will be earlier than five o'clock (although today is shudder laundry day, so who knows).

TueNYTX: 5:30. I was rather upset that 14A and 58A weren't theme entries. TueLATX: 7:15. Didn't get the theme until the end, but I still don't understand how 62A fits in.

With you, it's always "Meme, meme, meme!"

Many of my friends (veek, emshort, nothings, lipogram, storme, fourcoffees, sargent and orenr to follow) have been working on a meme called 101 Things. Some are enlightening, some are trivial, some are jokes, some are incomplete. But, despite the wonderful thought that many have put into them, I can't bring myself to do one of my own.

I could write a collection of trivial facts, but I'd get bored doing so, and I honestly can't imagine anyone else being very interested in them either. (I know this to be true. I started a list and got through about thirty before I realized how little I was writing.) On the other hand, I don't want to vomit up five score plus one revelatory pieces of information in one massive entry. To me, it just seems cheap. If I'm going to talk about my relationship with Ex, I want to give it its own entry, not sandwich it in between everything else in my life.

So I'm sorry, friends and gentle readers, but I'm just going to have to let this meme pass me by. If you wish to pelt me with 101 questions, I suppose that's fine, but for now, I'm just going to reveal myself as the spirit moves me.

Sleep: That's where I'm a crippled fisherman whose family is killed by Vikings.

I'm awake. Again. I'm very upset.

I haven't had this much trouble sleeping in a while. I'm tired, but I can't settle down. I'm too wiped to go do something, but not exhausted enough to collapse. I feel slightly ill, slightly hot, slightly dehydrated.

All I have to say is "Ugh."

P.S.

I've had a friggin' headache for the last twenty-four hours.