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I've been feeling a touch under the weather (stupid manic-depressive barometric pressure making by brain swell up) so I went to bed on the early side tonight. Not so early that I'd wake up a few hours later and not be able to go back to sleep, but around 9. Then my mom called a little before 10. How dare she assume I would be awake at a reasonable hour! I answered the phone just to say "I'm asleep," but she told my half-awake self that she and my father are not going to the symphony tomorrow night and I can have their tickets and bring a friend. "But I don't have any friends," I said. I don't remember the rest of the conversation as I was pretty out of it (some of you may recall the time I leant out my car in my sleep and was completely confused when I woke up as my keys were being returned) but trying to make sense of how I would find a symphony-going friend by tomorrow night was enough to get my brain moving again and wake me up. That was three hours ago. I can't fall back asleep. My apartment is fucking hot again and I'm very thirsty and Sudoku is a much better game on the computer because life is better on the computer. Ok, life is not better on the computer, but many games are. I actually had to move my computer off my bed because I realized the other day my back was starting to bother me from playing Word Racer all hunched over.

Blah blah blah I may be awake but I'm still out of it and not sure I'm making much sense. I feel drunk without the alcohol part. Probably migraine-related shit. Maybe I should pop more pills before I attempt sleep again.

Shut up, Jill. The reason I even started writing this post was to say if you are my friend and you want to go to the symphony Friday, April 7, 2006, they are playing Bach and I have an extra ticket. Being in the greater Chicagoland area would help, but if you are, say, Anne, and can get to the greater Chicagoland area by tomorrow evening, that'd be cool, too. Otherwise, I can call Elizabeth (we just spend a lot of time together already and she may be my "date" to see the Komodo Dragon at the Shedd if my brother lames out on me) or invite someone else from work or make my cousin and cousin-in-law fight over the ticket, but like I said to my mom, I don't have any friends. You are not my friend. I hate you*. Too bad I can't bring the dog. Ok, no, scratch that, it is very good I can't bring the dog.

I think I need to go back to bed. I'm sleep-blogging or something.

*Only a little