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Due to my mom being a slowpoke to whom foreplanning is foreign, there was no Irish Pub for us today. She dragged her heels in getting ready, and by the time we arrived, they weren't taking any new reservations or waitlisters or anything. Dinner at Chick-Fil-A, yep.

Went to a bookstore and looked at stuff after that. Trying to keep it on the cheap, I got a birthday present for CJ (which I could afford after all) and a couple of magazines.

I feel utterly crappy right now, queasy and achy like I have a fever or something. Very much loading up on the vitamins and tea and so on. Pain pain pain. I hate being in pain. I do have a fairly high pain threshhold, though, because (to begin with) I'm a woman and because I'm almost always at least a little bit achy. Right now, cool smooth sheets feel good under my limbs. I'm going to wash my face, then put a cool wet washcloth on my forehead and read before I go to sleep.

Note to myself, of people for whom I have packages: