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I spent a rough night on the couch last night because when I tried to lay down to sleep I choked so badly that I almost threw up. Consequently, Eor was cold all night, because he doesn't produce much of his own heat. Whereas I was up to 101.2 the last time I checked.

My life has continued to be laundry and "House" and "Sense and Sensibility," and now Eor is cooked one of his fantastic beef curries, with the fenugreek and ginger steamed carrots, and the hot pepper potatoes. It smells really good (it's even getting through my nose!), and I'm assuming I must be hungry given that I've eaten like six nachos since breakfast. It's enough to live on, I'm sure. It's odd for me not to be hungry, though. I'm always hungry.

Anyhow, this is a dumb entry, but, hi, I'm still alive.