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I"m awake, and I have felt better. I believe this may be a hormone thing and thusly have packed a second pair of trousers along in a suitably large purse just in case. (Well, actually they're there because I've got a family birthday tonight, but this way I feel at least moderately practical, too.)

Stayed up way too late finishing the post-apoc story. I don't know if it's going to be related to my eventual Empty World scenario- I still need to get someone to logic-check my premise for me, and then the mechanisms involved, before I do anything else with it.

I have discovered that there is a strange fascination in the names of nuclear power plants and the towns the reactors are in. They're these names that sound like they're not anything at all, utterly innocuous names that you could maybe see on the toll ticket you get when you pull up at a human-staffed tollbooth on the Jersey Turnpike, and yet they're so huge. Sleeping giants, simply burbling along and doing their job while no one's looking (did you know more than half of New Jersey's energy is generated by two nuclear power generation stations? I didn't), or else... or else not doing their job while half the world watches in train-wreck fascination. They sound like codenames- Mayak, Sellafield, Windscale, Pripyat. I-

*eyes Pnakotus the iPod*

Okay, when the full playlist set to random hits that many Cthulhu carols in a row, it's time to stop talking about things that go boom. Sorry.

Anyway. I'm going to get some caffeine and then see if I can't catch up on a few other things. I-

Dammit, now it's playing "Life During Wartime"!

*rubs at face with both hands* Technology is not supposed to offer a running commentary on your life, is it?