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I have a headache. It is not the pounding sort that makes one touch one's temples every now and then to see if the skin is tearing under all the pressure from the veins; it is merely the sort that throbs away softly, thrumming away and eroding away energy. It is late enough in the day, although it is only 8.48 to the computer's clock, that I am very nearly depleted of energy; when I have finished this post I shall call the Gobbler, then shower, then go to sleep. The Pig will feel neglected because I promised to talk to him yesterday, but was also obliged to sleep early due to this headache; but I hope he will read this and be somewhat mollified. This headache is, I think, more due to lack of sleep or rest than anything else; I cannot possibly be starving with the sheer amount of food I have been ingesting over the days since the examination. The two-hour gorging at the buffet I have mentioned. Yesterday and today have also been replete with food, if somewhat less than a buffet ...