I'm up, I'm up, barely. Even as I was eating some of the stupidest food you could eat way too late last night, I knew I would regret it and indeed when I awoke at five-thirty in a near-vomitous state I did regret it. I never did throw up, but man my throat was burning like someone had blow torched it and it took three hours to get my stomach calm enough where I could fall asleep, which was not so easy given the morons next door - yesterday when I was up at seven, not a peep, and not a peep all day. Today they're doing the barn dance. I probably got four hours of sleep.