Woot 2 hours of sleep.

In my vague state I am imagining that this might be what it's like to be stoned or some such. I feel calm, vaguely aphasic, and not really like much will fuss me today.

But the best part will be when I fall asleep on my desk at approximately 2:00 pm.

Am no longer coherent (see above about aphasia) so will go away before I do more damage.

But wait! A point!

channonyarrow is intense.

You're no-nonsense, to the point, working all the time, looking to die an early death in a bathroom somewhere when your body finally gives out. Way to go.

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And here's the real point to this post.

I am taking an informal survey for my own nefarious purposes (which means that I plan to use any and all statistics thusly obtained to bludgeon debate opponents to death) and am interested in the opinions of more than five people.

If you know what your mother craved when she was pregnant with you, what was it, and how do you feel about that food?

For example (since I'm tired) my mother craved cantaloupe. Back in 1976, February wasn't the best month to get cantaloupe. In fact, it was like the Dark Ages as far as out-of-season fruit went.

However, eventually, a friend went to South America, bought a case of twelve on his trip and gave six to my parents. My dad swears that my mother ate THREE the same day they got them.

I...have mixed feelings about cantaloupe. It's all right, certainly, as are most melons, and it doesn't offend me. If it's on the table, I'll have a piece once or twice a year. But I don't like it, and I certainly wouldn't seek it out.

So that's the sort of thing I'm curious to know. And if you want to make an amusing-yet-truthful story out of it at the same time, all the better. I need the entertainment.