Oh . . . do I feel like shit . . .
Watched Porco Rosso last night. A Hayao Miyazaki film about an Italian WWI fighter pilot who's become a bounty hunter by the early thirties. He's also become a pig, which, interestingly, does not seem to impede his flying abilities. It was a brilliant film.
Felt zombie-ish yesterday, fully numb and stuff. Then I bought a coffee, went to Tim's and, all of a sudden, in the middle of beating team mode with Mitsurugi, I became very jittery. After that, until I finally went to bed at 5am, I was similtaneously terribly hungry and very energetic.
To-day, so far, I've been lying in bed with Lucky, feeling like I have a harpoon in my gut, wondering if someone's fucking with me.