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That iced tea I had for dinner tonight...


That was a frickin' mistake. Whatever was in it has now dropped a bomb of alertness on my tired mind.

Sleep has become, for the moment, out of the question. This vexes me greatly.

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Oy. I'm tired.

I'm struck by the occasional gruesome nature of the mundane. I was chewing my sandwich last night, at the Cheesecake factory, when I heard a crunch. Sadly, it the crunch sound was heard from the interior of my head. Not long after, I fully realized that it was my inner cheek I was crunching upon.

Now it's rather sore. Fortunately, this comment was made before I smarted off about the waiter eating his Grampa. It was not bad karma, per se, but pre-instant-karma.

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Okay, the "Night of Bad Sleep" is now creeping up on me. Meh.

I'm Countess of Crankiness. The Mistress of Moodiness. The Baroness of Bitching. The Lady of Lethargy.

Hmmmm...how can I look productive and nap at the same time...

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Today was rather busy during the day. It went rather quickly, thankfully.

The past few days have been wonderful for music.

Richard Shindell's Vuelta grows on me. He has gone in a new direction. Much of his prior work has emphasized the guitar, for that is his instrument of choice. And O what a choice it is. I'm due for more listening of the album, but I've been too distracted of late to give it the attention it deserves.

I just received my jazz cds. I'm listening to Stanton Moore's "All Kooked Out". Good stuff. definitely something I could listen to while reading or writing. The other two I have yet to listen.

I am quite tired. Perhaps I shall sleep soon.

But after I digest.

Mom and I went out to dinner at Ernesto's, tonight. She really wanted to see me before I left for my Atlanta trip.

We had a fairly pleasant evening. It got off to a rocky start, though. She was a bit cranky after we got off work, and that gets annoying to me. After all, it's not very fun to be around someone who complains about every little thing.