But I am above 110. I don't have to worry until I dip below that, right?

I'm at 113.5 tonight. That was normal when I was 25; these days, it feels like low tide.

And there is, of course, the argument that the causality arrows go in the other direction: that I'm depressed because my blood sugar is chronically low, and that if I only ate more, I'd feel better.

I still think the solution is to start smoking: that way, I could create a little gap in between when the caffeine ends and the alcohol begins. It would be, you know: wholesome.

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Stage fright. You know how that goes.

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1 Alternately, you do your best work for your regulars.

Posted by: Darrell at February 21, 2008 01:59 PM (Wo4hX)

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No girl could ever have a better stalker than you: I got the little model Cruiser last night. This morning the Chrysler racing jacket and the Hendrick's gin caddy arrived.

And I'm still wearing that cashmere cardigan every day: the buttons appear to be made of real bone, and that sweater is the softest thing I own. Perfect for wearing on its own here, or layering on the East Coast.

I'm about to take a short break from the salt mines; I might read the James Thurber book I have stashed here . . .

Isn't life delicious?

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1 If only there was some way to say these things in a less public forum . . . ;-)

Posted by: Darrell at February 15, 2008 04:00 PM (a2NE8)

2 Oh. Did you want more modifiers . . .?

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