Arrgghh! I went to bed after midnight, then woke up at 1:30 AM. What the fuck with my messed up sleep cycles? And more pain even when I take tylenol. Maybe I'll go back to ibuprofen.
At least I managed to see the Ghost Machine play last night. I enjoyed its take on Tesla and Edison's feud. There were hints of Sherlock wanting to retire, and Irene Adler resurrecting her opera career. I'm not sure if the story was set in 1912, because if so, the writer is implying a Titanic tragedy. Marie Chartier had a timely speech about how soldiers die in war while old men in suits make obscene profits. But of course, that is a perennial truth.
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