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Meow is the time, supervillains, to strike.

Yesterday i felt fine when i came into work. Then i had some coffee. Then it went downhill from there.

I'm pretty sure someone slipped me a kryptonite mickey.

By lunchtime i was feeling pretty punked, so i skipped my Centennial Park workout/patrol and just chilled. i felt alittle guilty, but not enough to fight the lazy. By 5pm i was past "Do i feel weird?" and well into "This is not good." i held out 'til 8pm quittin' time and then headed home. On the ride home i was imagining what I'd tell the police if my general wooziness turned into straying-over-the-line. Kept my focus, made it home fine, skipped dinner, took a shower, went to bed. Earliest bedtime in Years.

i woke up around 11 though, sHiVeRiNg uncontrollably. Not cool. i put on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, but still it took about 5 minutes for me to warm up and for the shakes to pass. The good news is that i slept fine most of the night. Weird news is that my left ankle throbbed in pain a few times and woke me up. Weird. What was that all about?

Waking up and getting outta bed was no more difficult than i expected. Made it to work fine. Settled in.

i don't know how today's going to go, but i feel as weak as a kitten.

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