Sunday morning rain is falling. My stomach has decided to mount a rebellion from within over the way I've treated my head. Quite a good partay last night. I'm quite glad i didn't have to play spoons though in retrospect. For those of you who aren't familiar with the game so originally named "spoons," I shall give a brief hexplanation. Two people crawl around on their hands and knees hitting eachother on the head with a metal spoon held in their mouth until the loser gives up. Even without this amusing display of machoness/drunkenness/very drunkenness, I have a huge headache which no amount of "plink-plink-fizz-fizz" will remove. I wonder if trepheny would ease the pain. Doubtfull. I think I'll go get some more coffee. Later dudes