Last night I got the quintessential towelboy text message.

Yesterday, I felt like I had gotten into a fight and lost. Today, I feel like I've been in a fight, and won. And so it goes.

This morning I woke up from a really pathetic disturbing dream, and finally went back to Cheers. I woke up, cleaned up a bit, left a note for my gracious hosts, and left. Yesterday we made the most of Montclair, had Quizno's, and almost beat Gauntlet. So between that yesterday and trading Pokemon with easydamsel today, I'm pretty much recovered. No, seriously, that's how I recover. So back to work tomorrow morning!

Considering what I've had to eat over the past couple of days, I doubt it's diet. Unless graye's theory is right, or maybe it was the lack of spicy food that causes the attacks.

Feeling: groggy
Listening to: Comedy Central's evening of animated fun