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[rm]

Exhausted, but being weird about sleeping because of the storm and the creeky noises of the apartment. I'm rereading Sushi's CW-verse because it's there and I've read it enough times that I can still make sense of it even with my eyes crossing.

Discovered some good gluten-free cinnamon cookies today. They claim to be sugar cookies, but they're not. It's strange right now, being really hopeful this is the answer because I want a goddamn answer (so I can stop playing "what am I dying of today?" with Google), and knowing that once I'm sure it is in the answer, I'm going to flip out in some really intense literary way about the whole thing, because you cannot, CANNOT tell me that glutee-free stuff tastes just as good. It doesn't, and I don't want to spend the rest of my birthday's eating potato fucking sponge cake either. I mean, let's face it, that while from going from the girl who can eat anything to the girl who can't eat anything is galling, there's something mildly hillarious about the whole thing as well, because really wasn't I irritable enough without getting some dumb disease whose chief symptom is irritability?

Hrrrr.

Okay, sleep take two.

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Cool. I actually did find some incredible packaged chocolate chip cookies (what the coleagues stole). Everything else has been weird so far, and only been exciting because of how sick I've been -- so any food is new food really.