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I think I had the inevitable crash from eating and sleeping ever-less (down to four or five hours a night the past week), upping my stimulants, and the whole illness thing. Man, wacky times. I slept rounds about twenty hours yesterday, and kept thinking I was waking up in the morning. Which necessitated calling in to work, unfortunately, but not like I pull that one frivolously (like SOME people), so I assume they won't murder me or anything. Fever seems to have subsided, and I'm back on the ground, so good to go for tonight, it would appear.
I'm going to pretend rounds about 4 PM Thursday (the great coffee overdose) to 10 PM Friday (grounding!) never happened, 'cause it appears to be what my body wants.
Ha ha, I'm a rock star.
I'm going to pretend rounds about 4 PM Thursday (the great coffee overdose) to 10 PM Friday (grounding!) never happened, 'cause it appears to be what my body wants.
Ha ha, I'm a rock star.