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I have slept all day. I am a slug of epic proportions. I got up at 9 and was back in bed by 12, ostensibly to put Sam down for a nap, but really so I could sleep. I slept until 2:30, got up, got Five ready for church and dropped him off and came back to put Jay down for a nap. At 4:15 or so, I realized I had to get up. Now we are getting ready to walk out the door to go see Five's program and then I am sure I will be up all damn night. I hate it when I do this. I feel positively wretched right now--as if I am on some sort of drug. And my mouth tastes disgusting. I am probably coming down with something--that would be my luck.