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I don't know whether it was the sheer amount of animal protein (a blue cheeseburger from one of the local pubs that does food delivery) consumed after a week of nothin' but soup, or whether it was that I'm still recovering, or both, but last night I basically conked out on the couch at seven-thirty. If you were trying to communicate with me somehow yesterday after that time, you have my apologies. I was in no condition to speak, type, write, or otherwise communicate back to anyone at all.