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I can't believe how good I feel. A few days will tell, but I've doubled my fat intake, cut wheat entirely for 48 hours, and this is starting to look like the solution.

Also, as utterly, utterly weird as the massage thing was for me (I'm funny about human contact), honestly, I think I need to do this on a regular basis. I'm seriously funny about all things tactile -- my food issues with texture, human touch, the fact that my imagination and sixth sense stuff is largely tactile in origin -- but I think I'm starting to get that just because I'm deeply deeply peculiar about it, and just because it maybe doesn't benefit me in the way it does someone who is different tactilely, doesn't mean there isn't significant benefit -- and not in dragging me towards some non-existant norm, but in making sure the sense I'm most particular about gets a broader range of exercise. It's hard to explain. But I'm funny about touch, and if you know me, you know that.

And while Lost jumped the shark tonight (because I'm a big sap, but only some people can do romance, and those people are not the lost team), my favorite character was back and I could listen to him say, "Hello, brother," all day.