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The weirdest thing happened yesterday as I was lying sick in bed -- I became incredibly drowsy about 7PM, decided to close my eyes for a while, and ended up sleeping until my alarm woke me at 7:45 the next day! Counting snooze time and not counting bathroom breaks, I slept for a solid 13 hours.

Clearly my body was trying to tell me something.

Clearly it's that my body hates me.

I'm at work today, though I feel weak as a runty kitten. I'm dizzy, it's hard to focus (eyes and concentration both) and I constantly feel like I'm on the edge of swooning like a young woman in a Victorian or Restoration-era melodrama.

Fainting is sexy, right? Right?

Why my life sometimes rocks

*ring ring* *vibrate vibrate*

"Hello, this is Michael."

"It's kylecassidy. If you could have any autographed Lois McMaster Bujold novel that you wanted, which would it be?"

"Uh... what?"

"Well, I'm in her basement right now, and there's a huge stack of them."

"Uh, The Warrior's Apprentice. Or Ethan of Athos. Or Falling Free."

"OK, no problem. Bye!"