Morning.

Sleep was ... for the weak, last night. I was semi-weak. Attempted to sleep curled up on the futon/mattress thing in the lounge at eastdorm. Failed. Took chair. Suceeded.

I think I finally zonked out from 3-7. Good enough. There was enough patchy sleep beforehand that I was decently well-rested. And then I got some more sleep until 9-something.

Now, I will probably soon get something like lunch. Because, well, lunch. Or brunch. It will be at Platt.

It is still raining ash. No halleiluia here. (I am too lazy to look up the approved spellings via google.)

Back.

Back safe and sound, despite unanticipated things.

Lady who I gave the candy to: you're welcome to the bracelet. Have a wonderful trip.

...if I have the time...

...a HP fanfic contest.

My body and I are at war. Again.

I'm lactose intolerant. However, I don't think I had enough in the way of milk products today to set it off, and furthermore, I don't think it would be going off in this fashion...

I mean, I had a Starbucks white mocha, but ... this is not good.

( Digestive TMI )

Suffice to say, I'm not happy with this latest trick of my body's.