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Someone, put me out of my misery. Up for 35 hours. Not even sleepy. More than a little tispy on half a pint earlier (mmmm... Bishop's Finger...) but other than that and either reduced speech abilities or loudness of TMI-dom I'm fine. And not sleepy. I foresee doom. Whose has yet to be determined. I need sleep to fall on me from a great height. Maybe I'll investigate the gallon of unidentified mead. It looks fine and I'm of a mood to get rat-arsed. Should take all of 2 glasses there, then.