Lately — like for the past 2 years — I have been feeling really crappy, fatigued, and exhausted, all the time. Well, 92% of the time. I finally went to to the doctor, who told me I should sleep more and ordered some blood tests.

I was fully expecting the blood tests to diagnose me with a DEBILITATING, but HIGHLY TREATABLE malaise. Unfortunately, I came back nauseatingly normal for almost everything. The only abnormalities are that my neutrophils are pretty low and my lymphocytes are pretty high. If these occurred in conjunction with some other abnormalities, they might lead to a dramatic explanation of what is freaking WRONG with me, but they don’t.

My doctor wrote a helpful explanation on the lab results that looked like this:

?? Maybe From Virus - Let’s recheck in 4 weeks!

What virus? What virus??

I don’t actually wish I were ill. But I do wish there were an explanation for why I fall asleep whenever I’m driving and why being awake for more than a few hours at a time leaves me fatigued to the point of physical pain.

I guess I need to start eating something else besides peanut butter. Yeah, that must be it.

Oh, I wish. Actually, I don’t know if I wish. I think I was kind of uptight when I was seventeen. I don’t remember. So that’s probably an indication that I was. I am, however, young and very sweet. Don’t you forget it.

Been too busy to write lately. I want to, but I don’t even have time TO POOP. Much less pick up the phone (sorry, T, if you ever even read this) or sit down to write.

I have a show in two hours’ time. I am waiting for a videotape to fast forward so I can do some quick-type learning of some hardcore hip-hop choreography. The chance for success on this mission is quite low. Approaching zero, in fact. But I have to put in the effort. It is my job, after all.

If you’d like to see the fancy Flash thing someone else made to promote the event I’m in tonight, you may click here. I’m one of the featured dancers. My business partner is one of the featured DJs.

Someday you’ll learn all about what I do. Not today, though!

Must go code brain to move body! Wish me luck.

I have been very slack about my reading habits for the past couple years. But while I was dumpster-diving* a few months ago, I came across a perfectly good, hardbound version of The DaVinci Code by Dan Brown.

I hadn’t actually heard anything about the book beyond mention of the title, but I had been wanting to read it, so I grabbed it from the dumpster and brought it in. I started reading it a couple days ago and had to force myself to read slowly. (I read very quickly. Too quickly. Disappointingly quickly, kind of like the way it takes a disappointingly large number of drinks to get me drunk, which is partially why I don’t drink.)

This is a great read, but I’m upset that it is going to be over soon. I always have this problem with books and occasionally with movies - I always want to know what happens afterwards. I want the scoop on how the characters’ lives are affected. I want to know what they eat for breakfast the day after the story is over.

Anyway, I’m not going to ruin anything for anyone, but I just got to a point in the book that was SO HUGE that I had to stop reading right then and there and start over from the beginning. I couldn’t take it. It BLEW MY MIND!

Very exciting stuff.

That’s all.
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*When my car was broken into several months ago, I was so desperate to find Certain Stolen Somethings that I went around and checked all the dumpsters on the apartment property. Because the Certain Stolen Somethings were of negative value to the people who stole them, I thought maybe the thieves had tossed them out - whereas those items were worth THIRTEEN HOURS of work on my birthday (the next day, which I had to spend replacing Certain Stolen Somethings) to me.

At any rate, I found this book - along with many other books - in one of the dumpsters. It had been raining and many of the books were ruined, and also I am short and The DaVinci Code was the only one I could reach, so unfortunately I only managed to score this one book during my dumpster-diving excursion. Better luck next time.