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My favorite neighborhood Asian supermarket was burned out this morning.

(Actually, it used to be my favorite, then it went out of business, then it came back with new owners and a reduced stock. But it seemed to be building up to something worthy of regular patronage again.)

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The birth control patch turns out to release a higher dosage of estrogen than previously thought, and as a result increases the risk of fatal blood clots.

actual personal update, too

I was too tired yesterday to make my movie and dinner date. I was so tired I left work early to avoid falling asleep at my desk. I went straight home and took a two and a half hour nap. After that I pretended to have a normal, quiet evening at home, except for the writing a review I was overdue on part. Which probably took a half-hour of my time, so that's fine.

Fortunately, my exhaustion seems to have been a direct product of not enough sleep the night before, and not a version of the creeping crud that so many people have had recently. This morning I am tired, but no more tired than a typical Friday. I think I will be able to keep my appointments this evening.

Of course, I felt this way yesterday, too, up until about 3 pm.

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This is the dream I had last night during my nap.

I was working in a very tall building, with several elevators.

At one point I got into the elevator going up, and it let off at the wrong floor -- opening up to my previous place of lesbian publishing employment. I was not working there, and I did not have an appointment, so I hit the down button.

The elevator proceeded down, but the door did not come with it. I rejoined the door several floors later, after another woman got on the elevator. The elevator door had a window in it. (n.b.: I am afraid of elevators without doors, and elevators with windows.)

In the lobby, my family was waiting for me. My father, my mother, my brother and youngest sister, along with my long-dead great-grandmother on my father's side.

There was a storm coming in, fast. The fog outside was almost opaque.

This part gets hazy (so to speak). Somehow, I got into a fight with my mother and my great-grandmother. They went up the elevator to fetch something or someone.

I turned to vent to my brother. While I was yelling and stomping around, my father leaned in and whispered something in his ear. I stopped him and demanded to know what he'd said. He said he'd told my brother something about how it was best to just let me go on and blow off steam and not really listen to me. I explained in a calmer but tense voice that no, my brother was actually very good at listening sympathetically, and *that's* what I needed. My brother nodded, sympathetically :)

And then I woke up, tense and a little bit angry and very, very alert.

P.S. I have been waking up a lot lately, often but not always from various vivid dreams, with my heart racing. Three or four times a night if I am unlucky. Whee.