Well, I didn't get nearly enough sleep. My head is pounding, my throat is dry, and my eyes feel like I've got dryer lint stuck in them. I drank too much, and the large iced coffee I guzzled on my way to work is rolling around my stomach like liquid fury.
You know what else?
I feel great.
Thanks to each of you. But especially you, P Squared:
I love this town.
Listening to: The Freeze - This Is Boston, Not L.A.