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So I'm having the type of morning that seems to afflict my siblings and I more often than I hear. It's probably a common affliction that people tend to keep quiet while we tend to be more open about it. That's why I deem it appropriate to talk about. So this morning I suffered the consequences of eating a cheesy frozen pizza. I refuse to learn my lesson when it comes to frozen cheese and other various dairy products. The attacks typically occur around the 3am hour. However this episode started as soon as I woke up to get ready for work. That meant losing access to a bathroom for about 40 minutes while sitting on a sometimes crowded, sometimes stuffy train.

During the herky-jerky train ride, my mind bounced between the discomfort and the puzzle. Somewhere in there I came up with the phrase: "The Number Two train is running 'express'." I thought it was a funny phrase at the time, but now I'm starting to reconsider. I must have been loopy this morning.

. . [~] . 0 (Grumble) Grumbles .