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Confession time.

I am going to confess.

I expect to be forgiven for my sins after I confess.

Okay, here we go.

Of late, I have been having trouble sleeping. (I'm beginning to suspect the Effexor, which I think may be a stimulant, and maybe I need to take it WAY before bedtime...) I have been hesitant to use anything with Benadryl-type antihistamines in them, which work like a charm, because they make it insanely difficult for me to wake up in the morning. Instead, I decided to try reading something boring.

So I got my dad's old, red-leather-bound, falling-apart, "special edition" copy of The Lord of the Rings down from the shelf. This thing is huge. My whole life I gazed up at it on the bookshelf, judging it by its cover alone, until I actually tried to read it and was bored to tears. (My sister, contrariwise, was the one who read and reread it to its current falling-apart state.)

First night, started on the prologue, and was conked out almost immediately by the descriptions of hobbits and the various family names and histories.

Works like a charm, I thought as I drifted off.

Second night, same deal. Finally, I thought, something that works better than Ambien!

Last night, I finally made it through to the first chapter, and damned if...

...damned if...

I can't say it.

Oh, hell! Damned if I didn't start getting into it!

I don't expect this will last, of course. But I felt a confession was in order.

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