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Tuesday, Nov. 13, 2007 - 12:45 a.m.

Well, I *like* this article.

However I'm unable to understand why the beeb has yet to compose a complimentary article about curvy men.

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My sleep is bifurcated a little more than it should be; I'm trying to pay attention to Ye Old Body Clocke and sleep when I'm sleepy and be awake when I'm awake. That sounds as if it should be simple, but my sleep habits have always been anything but simple. For about a year and a half, I took a swig of NyQuil every night to knock me out, and then actually told my friends that I didn't drink. Heh.

Well, I haven't touched the NyQuil in a couple of months, and my sleep cycles are taking their own sweet time to adjust, but they'll get there.

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I sat up to wait for something to be delivered by UPS; it got here at noon and I ripped it open and suddenly there was pink styrofoam peanuts crawling up the front of my t shirt. I wrestled the item out of the box to make sure it was what I thought it was, and then corralled the pink peanuts and got those back into the box.

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Had a brief chat with Scott Hysmith yesterday morning; we talked about the supertanker pileup in the Black Sea; one of the ships that went gluggidy-glugging down into the sea water down had a cargo of sulphur.

For the sake of the local sustinence fishing in the coming months, there better be a market for strike-anywhere sardines.

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