Oh my God, I feel like hell. I was talking to Vladimir and all of a sudden I felt my blood pressure (I guess?) drop like it'd fallen off a cliff. I've been woozy ever since, and nothing I've had to eat or drink seems to help. I actually crawled into bed sometime before seven o'clock, and I'm emerging now (it's almost ten) because... well, Sister Girl wanted me to try some of her blueberry muffinpie, and Titanic has got. to get. finished.