If I'd gone a couple of rounds with a professional boxer, maybe I could have at least gotten paid for feeling like this. Another opportunity missed! It's pretty much agony every un-drugged minute. I'd work on my obituary, but I can't think of anything funny to say. It's supposed to be a bit cooler today, but I can't tell. I'm thinking it might actually be hotter locally, and that my head is responsible for having produced the additional heat.