I overslept by an hour and a half.

            I feel like death on downers.

            I decided, since I felt like mouldy hay anyway and had no good mood nor PEGASUS-producing energy to ruin, I’d make a lot of overdue phone calls.  Like to the dentist.  I try to avoid the dentist* when the ME is on the ascendant, because you can be run over by a bulldozer too many times.  But this particular bout of ME has been going on for months and I can’t avoid the dentist forever.

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