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This morning, I am feeling a bit more even-keel, which might be okay, since last night I suffered from such elation it's probably not healthy. There was the sunglasses thing, and I paid my cable bill, and I got some nice shampoo & conditioner, and got some crickets for "the girls", and snuck into the convention center and patched a tape recorder into the behind-the-scenes microphone jacks. I was so sneaky. I walked right in and acted like I knew what I was doing and where I was going, until the friend who actually works there found me and saved me from the security guards. The security guards were really problematic in this super-stealthy operation: they looked at me sidelong once or twice! They might be there for show. Or to break up any possible catfight that breaks out between the hot shrink chicks attending the International Congress on Schizophrenia Research. I was going to eat something after I got home, but I didn't really feel like making anything. Now I'm famished, and I have no idea what to do. Nothing appeals, you know? I'm starving, but I'm not hungry.