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Last night was worse than I thought. The headache, I mean. Even now I feel echoes of the throbbing, and it's made me reluctant to leave my room. Not that I've sequestered myself all day, but no errands have gotten done. Apparently mom came in last night and asked me something...I think it was if I'd left dryer lint on top of the dryer. For some reason I think she told me she gets in trouble for it...? Not very clear. I do remember being baffled by the exchange and sort of flailing around in bed before waiting until she closed the door to drift off. I asked her about it this afternoon and she told me she'd thought I was awake because I had the remote in my hand. Bwah! The boob tube cannot be denied.

The Ordinary isn't hitting the same notes as Kirith Kirin. The writing and description has gone from dense to more conversational and I'm just baffled about what's going on. Normally a bit of mystery on the part of the author is welcome, but now not so much. Think I'll force myself to finish before picking up another book I have in my bag. Should get started on Stardust for