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Took a 12-hour Claritin yesterday around 11 because I was absolutely desperate for relief from the pounding headaches and foggy head caused by fall’s turning everything into mold and ick.

It kept me awake, and useless, until about 2:30am. I woke up every hour or two thereafter.

Similar happened with Reactine earlier this week.

Who needs to process OTC medications into meth to keep jittery and weird? Not this guy.

Who would love to sleep and feel human? Definitely this guy.

In other news, we had our first staff meeting in four (?) years, possibly more. Requested by staff, as Big Boss is more a ‘why have a staff meeting unless something is wrong?’ Because things, by and large, are fine. Sure, a few communication things need addressing, but I think it’s all easily dealwithable, especially since our present team is fucking great.

Today was a monthly trivia day and I fucked up an opportunity to use my British tabloid knowledge to answer a question; I crossed it out thinking ‘no one outside the UK has heard of them, so they wouldn’t put it in a GLOBAL quiz’. Bah. Boo-urns. Still, my whopping 49/100 was good enough for second place in the Ottawa leg. Not too shabby.

19:51 is a perfectly sensible bedtime, probably. Sitting by the first fire of the season has made me very drowsy and stupid. Blissfully so. I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that our firewood is, well, kinda old and got damp a bit too often. One of the logs had mushrooms growing on it. Will report back if I have psychedelic dreams as a result.

And if any of y’all have a lead on, like, a quarter cord of wood for cheap, please let me know.

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