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Oww...poor little lactose-intolerant tummy has sent me home for lunch half an hour early, not that I'm going to be eating much. From what very little reading I've done on the subject, humans are born with an enzyme to digest milk and as they grow up and cease to live on milk, their production of this enzyme slows down, so a degree of lactose-intolerance is the default for most people, even if they don't realise it.

For someone who lives on bread and cheese, this can be inconvenient. No, day to day I'm fine. It's only if I overload my system with, say, a colossal mound of cheese beside a bowl of pasta or some ice cream (particularly sensitive to ice cream, fairly small amounts set it off) or some milk. I like chocolate milk. Generally, if I keep it to a reasonably small amount, no more than half a cup at a time, I'm ok. However, if I were to eat a bowl of ice cream, a cheese panini and half a cup of milk all within twenty-four hours... well, today's evidence suggests I can't cope with that.

I'm eating a couple of slices of fairly plain toast and when my lunch hour is over, I'll go back to work and by hometime, I'll have forgotten it ever happened. It's generally over pretty quickly. Half an hour ago I was sitting at my desk trying not to whimper out loud with stomach cramps and now I'm fine. I had a comedy last night and two more next week and I shall tell you about those three all together when I've seen the last one.

Book 3 of the Looking Glass Wars arrived yesterday. I'll have to reread the first two before I touch it. And also finish Best Served Cold. And I'm still holding out hope that Republic of Thieves is published next Thursday. Waterstones says it is and I've preordered it but I'm so used to being let down by this book that I won't be surprised if it isn't.

My reading list looks something like this at the moment:
Finish Best Served Cold
Finish Sleepyhead
The Heroes
Republic of Thieves
The Looking Glass Wars
Seeing Redd
Arch Enemy

The toaster still smells suspiciously like burnt toast. Must just go and check it's ok.

I am using my bored-time at work to do some writing on The Sequel. I told myself 100,00 words by end of March. That is looming horrifyingly close considering I only have about 35,000 words.

4.22pm - Still feeling a bit icky. Don't know why, over-drinking of milk doesn't usually hang around this long. It's probably a combination of too much milk and not enough sleep. Hot and headachey and could just curl up and go to sleep.

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If you have a tummy that's still recovering from having ice cream, cheese and chocolate milk put in it within twenty-four hours, adding chocolate to the mix is a really bad idea. I knew this but I did it anyway and therefore entirely deserve the consequences.

I mentioned a few days ago that the boiler isn't working properly. We can switch it on to get heat and hot water but it doesn't switch itself off. I have my window wide open to fight the incredible heat coming from the radiator at the moment and it's not making any difference at all. Jesus, it's hot. I whine when I'm too hot. I'm not happy when it's freezing either and I have to hug warm things like hot water bottles or fires. But I think I whine more when I'm hot. I'm hot!!! "Hot" makes me a little lightheaded. "Hot" makes the veins in the back of my hands pop out. "Hot" makes me limp and not hugely responsive. "Hot" makes me feel sick.

(I suppose this is a whine post. But it's not the soul-deep misery whining I used to get sometimes. I feel the need to stress this. I frequently feel the need to stress this. It feels like a novelty to be back on an even keel. Hot. Need a drink. Need to run around outside to cool down)

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Just one more thing before I go to bed, last thing, I promise.

Humphrey Ker off Fast and Loose is kind of pretty, isn't he?