I just heated up another bowl of ravioli. I figure this should be enough serious fuel to see me through the last three and a half hours. Mind you, I may need the occasional snack, but this should do it for serious foodstuffs. Question is, what do you call the 2:30am meal?

I will, however, probably need to brew up more tea. That’s not a bad thing, mind you. It gives me something to do, which at this point is positively golden.

Now to see if I can stay focused enough to crank out that last album review+promo. After that it’s just hero profiles and randomness until 6am…

Blogathon 2005 is approaching, if not actually near to, its completion. There are less than ten required postings to make. There are less than five hours remaining. I’m all about the mileposts. I will happily take all of the positive signs and reinforcements I can get.

I will also make a point of getting up and moving around between postings, mind you, and making sure I have plenty of snacks and fluids.

See you at 2:00 with another hero roster entry…

One of our gaming buddies came over a bit ago to borrow the hex-map sheet, and he asked, “So will we see you tomorrow?” Sunday is, after all, our traditional gaming night. We play card games, board games, RPGs and various other such pasttimes.

I replied, “I’ll probably be just waking up. Sure thing, I’ll be here.”

The tally so far:

• Two pieces of Stouffer’s french bread pizza.
• Eight or nine small glasses of cold herbal tea (again: Thank you so much, beloved, for the tea!)
• Five pieces of rye krisp, buttered
• Two tall glasses of orange juice (all gone now, waaah)
• Two toaster waffles

Health food it ain’t, but it makes me happy… and a happy blogger is a prolific blogger. Speaking of happiness, feel free to sponsor me if you haven’t already. It makes me happy, and goes toward setting aside land for wildlife habitat preservation. You can’t really go wrong there, now can you? Thanks!

(A big thanks to Liz and Lisa, who put me over the $125 mark. Woo hoo!)

So picture this bit of amusement: My room, upstairs, closed off from the rest of the (significantly cooler) house. Two cats, to whom I am allergic. Me, opening my door when I know they’re downstairs so I can try to pull in some cooler air. The cats, sensing an open door and distracted human, stealthily treading into forbidden territory. Me, shooing out cats and closing the door again.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

But hey, I’ve lowered the temperature in this sauna of mine by a few degress. That’s got to count for something, baby.

I managed, a few minutes ago, to scrape the back of my foot just above the heel, and now it’s quite merrily bleeding and being generally unpleasant.

If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be over here, feeling stupid and uncomfortable. Le sigh.