I visited about 15 Readathon participants this hour. Feeling alert, but starting to strain to give brilliant (and well-deserved) comments. My brain is stringy-rubbery like an old dishwashing glove. I want to go out and lie in the sun. Oh, right. It's 3 a.m. here. Guess I'll just go back to Shadow of a Bull, and wander over to where the snacks are. I neglected the latter this last hour and they might not be speaking to me.