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Tuesday, November 1, 2005 Your Twelve O'Clock Alarm Call. (Boom!) You'd think, sandwiched between the explosions and the night-long party, that things at our house would be too loud for sleep. But no, apparently I slept right through the 3 AM drum corps that rolled past our alley. But then again, if my antihistamine did to me last night what it's doing to me this morning, I'm not surprised. Thank Odd the buttons on the coffee machine don't count as heavy machinery. (Admittedly, I had to really concentrate to make it work—and I always get the same thing.) Sadly, one Benadryl doesn't seem to be doing much of anything to the scary red bumps on my head (just in time for halloween, I've created my own frightmask.) And if one pill is making me this woozy, I can only imagine how quickly I will become comatose if I take two. So if you hear anything exploding today, that may just be me trying to stay awake until lunch.
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