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It is 59 degrees in my house. Plus, I'm right by the door, so it's probably colder over here.

Brr. I vaguely want to go grab my blanket, but I don't want to drag it through the house and risk it picking up the bazillions of dog hairs that seem to attach themselves to anything coming or going.

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One of these days, I'm going to figure out why I get these faint spell things.

If it's the fact that I don't have the healthiest heart in the world, even though I work on that all the time, you'd think that I'd have this problem all the time. Nope. Random. I don't think I've had one since last year, but my dad literally had to put an arm out from the next treadmill (while mine was stopped, as I realized that I was being all faintish) and grab me an hour or so ago because I lurched backward while just standing up.

The entire forty or so minutes that I was there, I was miserable. I'd sit down on the bike things and hang my head a bit and start to get better, and after a few minutes be able to start working out on the bike. But then I'd get frustrated with how you only burn some 200 calories an hour on those things and think I was feeling good though to get back on the treadmill, so I'd stand up, walk over, get up on the treadmill, but by then, the few seconds it took for the oxygen deficiency to show up had passed and I'd be all dizzy again. I really wondered if I was going to be able to walk back to the car.

I shudder to think what would have happened if my dad hadn't gone with me this time and I would have had to drive home.

I don't know. It doesn't seem to be that big of a deal because it does always go away after a while, but it does worry me simply because I don't know why it's happening, and I'm afraid that it'll happen sometime when I'm alone (like it did the first time it happened in church) and I'll actually pass all the way out (because usually--again, all but the first time, when I was alone and didn't know what was happening--I'm able to feel that I'm going out and stop what I'm doing/sit down) and crack my head or something.

And eww, pizza. I mean, it's decent pizza, but I made the mistake of having two pieces for dinner on a very empty stomach, and then I felt sick. It was that gross, rock in your stomach type of feeling. Blech.