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I am soooooo tired. That is really all. I'm reading Peter Hamilton, Vanity Fair and Texas Monthly. It's raining steadily out there. I forgot to buy stamps at the store. My blankets are in the dryer. Leftover enchiladas for dinner, episodes of Law & Order, the ache in my shoulder, the pleasant thought of going to sleep in a warm bed with clean blankets and everything's okay.