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Had my Waterloo last night at about 3 a.m. This cold/bronchitis/whatever thing is seriously kicking my ass. Woke up hacking, feverish and with a nasty sore throat, which really isn't all that different than I've felt for the last week but it just keeps getting worse. So, anyway, I got up to pee, because that's what I do with most of my time now, and managed to wake the Diva up while I was blowing my nose post-potty. So I went in with her, to assure her that there weren't big, bad monsters making noises outside her door. Everytime she started to drift back off, I'd start coughing again, which would wake her up. Lather, rinse, repeat. Eventually I just gave up and sent the groggy Scott in with her, while I lay on my bed contemplating 3 a.m. things, like all of the stuff I should be doing but can't because I feel like death on toast. Feh. After this long, dark tea time of the soul, I finally drifted back off, where I had dreams about my mother dying in a car crash.

What I really want to know is -- why does the world always look bleakest at 3 a.m.? This seems to be a fairly universal time for dark patches for most folk. I know, really, of only one exception. My former coworker/boss is virtually nocturnal and probably suffers most of his Waterloos at 9 a.m. Of course, he also lives in a city where you can actually get things done in the middle of the night. Opposed, say, to Oneonta, where only Wal-mart, that portal to hell, is only open 24 hours.

Until I fell more interesting and less whiney, two shameless self-promotions. First, a new Austinmama column. Second, a piece I wrote a few years back about Christus Gardens, one of the stranger theme attraction experiences I've ever had. I stumbled across this story while looking for something else and realized that it didn't suck as much as I'd remembered. Scroll about 3/4 of the way down.

Addendum: I finally remembered to set our brand-spanking new DVR up to tape The Daily Show. After a few minutes of John Stewart and Co., I feel a little bit better. Nothing like Pope jokes to give one some perspective -- and all of the laughing seems to have loosened some phlegm.

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probably suffers most of his Waterloos at 9 a.m.

Are you kidding? I'm asleep at 9 a.m. Nah, I get the 3 a.m. thing, but usually at more like 4:30 on nights when I can't get to sleep. My usual solution is just to get up and actually do something -- anything -- balance the checkbook, fold laundry, answer emails, anything that I've been meaning to do but haven't and that doing will make me feel like I've actually accomplished something. The doom'n'gloom usually lifts and then I get very sleepy and go back to bed.

Doesn't work when you're sick, though. Hope you feel better soon.

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