Blah.

I feel really blah. I suspect I am infected with a nefarious disease. One with many many syllables, because we all know the greater the effort exerted to speak the name the more serious the malady. Sunburn doesn't help, either. Waking up at 4am without any sun also confuses my body and makes it go on strike.

"When things around me are ready to make sense, then I'll work like I'm supposed to."

I don't feel like doing a damn thing. I've got two loads of laundry to take care of. At least (and this is a big at least) I gave my Green Bean Machine an oil change. I felt absolutely dizzy doing it. I feel dizzy now, even. Dizzy dizzy dizzy. I blame it on one thing and one thing alone. Poor nutrition. Yesterday I ate a warm corn dog (1) and drank some rather middle of the road beer (my estimate, based on my estimate that my estimating skills are "pretty good"), approximately 80 fluid ounces, which is a pretty good idea on my part to get a variety that isn't particularly high in alcohol). And that's it. Total calories consumed? Again, with my fabulous estimation skills, I would say about 900 calories. For the record, I wasn't buzzed, but I knew my mind was being flooded with mostly the same thoughts as usual but just routed through different areas of my brain. You know, the scenic routes.

Yesterday went to a Renaissance Festival. Which would explain where my horrible eating came from. It was fun. I enjoyed the shows, the atmosphere, the people watching (oh yes, but those blue fruit [male] faeries needed to go away). Although it would have been more fun if it weren't a money grab at every turn. Why wasn't I hungrier? Nah, it wasn't that I couldn't afford anything, I just felt food conscious. Lots of nice looking girls there. And I felt very self concious. I made eye contact when I could, but I didn't feel very pine-worthy. Should I go back I hope that feeling manages to change.

Or maybe it was all the dirt kicked up in the air. I inhaled enough junk to probably put that total to about 1000 calories. Or maybe it was all the walking on uneven surfaces. Or maybe it was the sun. Or maybe it was the alignment of the planets. Or maybe it was the same force that denies my capture of Chansey.

I crave a Pop-Tart. This cannot possibly be a good thing. I need a fistfull of peanuts, stat!

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