  Did more research on fibromyaglia. It was depressing, but informative. Evidently, this disease is neurological; it waxes and wanes, and explains even more than I could have thought. For example, the last few months I've been falling down randomly, and running into doorframes. This would be pretty normal fare if I was taking a leak after a couple hours sleep, but no, I'd be all wide awake and bushy-tailed, inexplicably running into things. Other things too, that I figured were unrelated to anything else, and stuff I passed off as being psychosomatic turn out to be earmarks of this entirely baffling condition. I mean, who would have thought that memory problems could be connected to bowel problems, and those things could be connected to running into walls?
New D&D group on Fridays, with some cool people. Been to only one session so far, and aside from being completely whacked out exhausted by the end of the night; it was really fun. And an added bonus, I wasn't all jittery and antsy like I am typically when I leave the sanctity of my fortress of solitude. Added to this small victory, Kurt, Muppet and myself participated in the pre-bar birthday celebration of Granger, who can now enter a bar any damn place she wants to. Would have stayed for all the fun and excitement, and the dancing, but Kurt and I were feeling like floppy pancakes.
We came home, he went directly to bed, and I managed to scrape together one more hour of consciousness, as S.D came over to get mulleted and photographed. He left with his hair in his bag, and two keepsake braids. I've never cut anyone's hair before. I must say it's liberating to do, especially when the desired haircut is supposed to be absolutely hideous. 
