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| Thursday, April 21, 2005 04:49 PM |
| Sluggish, like a wet sponge |
 by Fëanor |
I'm crashing hard all of the sudden. I don't know why. I slept for over eight hours last night, if I calculate correctly--much more consecutive non-waking hours than I've had in a long time. And yet, argh! I can barely press down my fingers on the keys to write these words. I feel like Superman sitting on a pile of Kryptonite (the green kind). Working has become nearly impossible. It doesn't help that yesterday and today my allergies have been hitting really hard. My eyes are so itchy, I want to scratch them out. I also continue to be hungry, despite the fact that I had a decent-sized lunch around noon, and followed it up an hour or so ago with two bananas and a bag of chips. Two bananas, for God's sake, not one!
There aren't even any blog posts to distract me. Come on, people! Help me out here!
Hopefully whatever evil force is sapping my energies will lay off by tomorrow night. I have important role-playing to do.
Oh, and uh, new pope, something. Eh, I can't even summon the energy to say anything about that.
Oh, but, here's something. Anybody have an extra ticket to the Ben Folds show at the Electric Factory on May 13th? I flaked and forgot to try to buy one until it was too late and they were all sold out. |
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