Comfortably Numb

P.J. O'Rourke once described an XTC hangover as feeling like "I was in the other room and I couldn't quite hear me." It's one of those phrases I've thrown in to relevant conversation, confident that most haven't read O'Rourke's early stuff and so I'll get the clever award (this is one of my worst habits, but I'm pretty sure I'm not alone). At any rate, that's largely how I feel today: wiped, hollow, bloodless. Unlike yesterday, however, I can probably make it through the end of the school day, and from thence rush home to enjoy chicken soup and I, Claudius with Derek Jacobi. So that gives me some time to blog.