On this day, which followed the night before

Post Traumatic Hangover hangs over you like a rusty guillotine and hangs onto you like a sobbing son of a bitch.

Big thanks to Simona for shutting the blinds and getting me yakisoba from Hok (which made me throw up, and gratefully so, finally around 7pm), and doing it all with a sweetly mocking smile even after all the big-baby act. Also thanks to Lebron, Wade, and the entire cast of Lost for salvaging this otherwise unsalvageably bed-ridden day.