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insulin seems like a good idea right now... a spike-dosage with a few extra CCs of the fast variety.
between the other night's drinks and the junk-food from the last couple of days, i can't imagine the numbers look very good at all.
maybe i'm just being paranoid and it is the combination of the post-insomniac crash coming on and a slight overdose of pizza at dinner that are fucking me up right now... can't be surem but that's my first guess
i'm sort of an inverse hypochondriac, i am rarely convinced that i am sick until it is beyond obvious...which is kind of how i ended up in the hospital two years ago, so as is the case in many other aspects of my existence, i find myself second-guessing a lot of things
i'd say i felt just like shit right now, but somewhere out there, i would get angry letters from turds regarding the insult.
meanwhile, now that the quasi-hyperactive insomnia rush of the last few days has started to wear off, maybe i'll finally quit overshooting and outrunning the target to finally catch a nap.
goodnight, blather.
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