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Well, that's one way to get up on a Monday morning after Daylight Savings kicks out. And here I was worried about the whole getting-up-at-six-when-it's-actually-five thing.

I had restless dreams most of the night -- quite evocative, actually, all dark sepias and fire and weird magic -- but at one point they got a little high-intensity and I woke up out of them...only to turn my head and see a GIANT HAND reaching out for me from under the corner of the bed. I may have yelled rather loudly before bursting into laughter when I realised what I thought was a hand was the post and curve of the wooden headboard.

An intense adrenaline rush is certainly an energetic start to the day.

The headache has lingered off and on all weekend -- I think this might be my first full-blown migrane, I should get a cake or something. Last night I had blind spots for the first time which, woo, that's all kinds of completely lacking in fun. And yes, I'm going to see a doctor about them, as soon as I can figure out who I should see and when I can make an appointment. In the meantime, lots of water and naproxen.

Actually a cake sounds kind of delicious. Maybe I'll pick one up on the way to the el tonight and make scratch mac&cheese for dinner. Mmm, comfort food.

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My boss brought me a lemon poppyseed muffin this morning, leftover from some breakfast meeting he'd been to, so it's almost like I do get a cake. There are very few things that can't be made better by the addition of a stolen lemon-poppyseed muffin, anyhow. Plus, the headache seems to be fading out.

I am cautiously optimistic that something horrible isn't going to happen today.

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Nothing horrible has happened so far, other than a very delayed El train, which hardly counts.

I am home, and R and I are competing to see who can get the most information out of the web as regards the Emperor's Club VIP Prostitution Ring, which implicates New York Governor Eliot Spitzer and has a "Chicago connection" that the police aren't revealing (google it if you want more info, unless there are small children around). R keeps getting sidetracked by News Of Obama, and I think I'm winning. If one can really "win" when competing for the gory details of something like that, anyway.

That Girl is coming over on Wednesday to clean (I've made provisions to lock my door) and this coming weekend, with clean flat and fresh propane, we're going to have a GRILL PARTY. Snow, wind, rain, doesn't matter. Hamburgers and hot dogs and steaks and portobello mushrooms and chicken kebabs with onions and peppers and, apparently, Everclear.

Hoyes.