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O My Grossness. This morning I felt possibly the most ill I have ever felt. Yesterday began the every-other-day dosage period of two weeks. So I skipped yesterday and took my wee little 37.5 mg this morning. And I am not sure what happened, but for several hours, I felt alternately sweaty, feverish, freezing, nauseated, and dizzy to the point of feeling like I was about to fall to the ground or start walking into walls. It was grievously unpleasant. I willed myself to feel better because I didn't want to miss dinner with Dawn tonight. (We're meeting between here and New Orleans, where she's working.) In the effort to release some endorphins to counter my spazzing serotonin levels, I forced myself to go to the Y to swim laps on my lunch break with my new motherfucking goggles and swimsuit. I can't say it's an endeavor I'll soon repeat, because I was just too harried. I only swam for 20 minutes, and I had to share a lane, and I was so rushed while getting dressed after my shower that I put my jeans on while I was still dripping wet, which was perhaps the most frustrating thing I've done ever, and I have goggle marks around my eyes, and I just don't think I'm a person who can exercise on her lunch break. I much, MUCH prefer sitting on my couch, flipping between Days of Our Lives (Do you think the actor who plays Rex might be the worst ever? And are we really to believe that he and Cassie are the spawn of Kate and ROMAN? What? Exactly when on the Roman is dead, no, John is Roman, no, Roman is Roman and John is John but really Forrest Alamain but really Father John, and Roman is Chris Kositchek timeline was this to have taken place? And why does Belle now live in the loft once occupied by Steve and Kayla, Jack and Jennifer, Bo and Hope, John and Isabella, etc.? How is she worthy to live there? This show maddens me and I love it!) and Port Charles (Is it wrong that I want to make out with Caleb and Rafe and Jamal simultaneously?), and lackadaisically eating string cheese. Speaking of Port Charles, which I'm not ashamed to admit I will miss passionately when it goes off the air this fall, I dreamt the other night that I made out with Jamal, only he kept stopping because he was afraid he would vamp out and turn me into a creature of the night. Jamal is sexy. Earlier that night, I dreamt that I made out with Ben Covington, but then, that's just par for the course. Overall the withdrawal dreams have been bizarre. Last night someone was trying to force me and my family to take heroin pills. (?) They were big and black and hard to swallow. My little brother and I went to see Seabiscuit on Saturday afternoon after he repeatedly pestered me about it. "The preview gives me chills!" he would holler into the phone. So finally we went, and he ate Wendy's that he snuck in my purse, and I ate Milk Duds, and we loved it! It was a very crowded theater, which sometimes I hate, but everyone was friendly and really got into the movie. People were seriously roused. Applause erupted when Georgie said, "So long, Charlie." A very large black man sitting beside me would pick on me when he would hear me sniffle. "Girl, you not CRYIN'!" I would nod, "A little." Later he said, "Girl, not AGAIN!" but I just shrugged helplessly and wiped my tears away with a napkin. It was all in good fun. The woman in front of me was weeping loudly and openly. I'm not ashamed of liking a movie that wanted nothing else but to warm your heart. It didn't try to be deep or dark or brilliant, it was just nice. And the horses were so, so, so pretty. I liked it a lot. And of course I bought the book on the way home. Don't forget that the cheapest registration for JournalCon ends this week.
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