I guess that I’m probably always grumpy on the “day-after-headache”, but I still find it annoying.

I feel my inner self wanting to be happy and cheerful but then running into this wall of residual pain and exhaustion and bouncing off to lie flat on my back, with a big welt on my forehead.
Sorry, sometimes my analogies run away with me. (see.. There I go, running across the expanses, hand in hand with my analogy)

I’m tired but wound up, sleepy but dreading sleep, hungry but nothing is palatable, thirsty but nothing quenches the thirst.

Bah. Grumble grumble

I should be in a better mood tomorrow. I hope!