And all of about two and a half hours of sleep later...

Last night's dinner looks surprisingly grotesque when viewed on the rebound.

I bet this is the squid jerky's doing. Stupid squid jerky! Don't you remember the good times we had back when I'd get a bag of you every week or two? Why have you betrayed me now? And I wasted my from-mom birthday present on you, too. I am sorely disappointed.

Now let's see if I can sleep now that my stomach is hurting less, I'm no longer shaking uncontrollably, and the apartment no longer seems to be twenty below.

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Mecha just took Doyle into the living room to watch West Wing with him.

I don't think I have the heart to tell him that no matter how much West Wing a gerbil watches, it will still not turn into a liberal.