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I have not done much for fun this evening, but on the bright side, I am now less than twenty pages from the end of M's book.I was kind of feeling crappy this evening and not in the mood for any of the things that I normally do, so I figured I might as well edit. I kind of hoped to get it done but I ended up talking to M on the phone for his entire trip home, so I lost nearly an hour there. When he was driving home to Morehead, we would talk for a long time, but here, we've kind of been more sensible with the whole thing, and will usually just talk for a few minutes, or until we run out of things to say. Not today!

I announced a while ago that I wished I had a milkshake, and the boy sprung from his chair to go fetch one for me. I have been craving milkshakes for the last few months. I mean, I've always liked them, but rarely drank one or anything. When we left the ER the Night of the Rash of Doom, I got a huge craving for a milkshake, which wasn't satisfied because it was 2:30 am and we couldn't think of anywhere that was open. (Yes, yes, Steak n Shake, forgot about that one at the time.) Anyway, I've been jonesing for them ever since. Because I am a responsible adult, I have severely limited my milkshake intake regardless of the cravings. I do think of it basically every day, though, that I could run out on break to buy myself a milkshake. There's a Sonic within walking distance of my job. (Not walking distance to an American, but I have had just enough of the Swede rubbed off on me to consider the fact that walking is an option. Although, to be fair, I wouldn't walk there, either. I would just feel guilty about driving, whereas no one else would think of it. ) ANYWAY. He went off to Dairy Queen--oh, how I love thee--and brought home a huge honker of a milkshake. Vanilla. It's just the vanilla shakes I'm craving. Seriously. I put it on the desk and then had a hard time drinking from it because it was so darned tall. It was really, really, good, and you should all have husbands who will jump up and fetch ice cream for you. Except for the guys, due to that husband = male thing. Unless you're into that sort of thing, which is totally fine, I'm just saying. M doesn't have a cool husband like I do. What's up with my disclaimers lately? Oh, and no, I didn't finish it. Gave the rest to M. So, I guess he did kind of get something out of it, too.

So sleepy. Always sleepy.