I took a nap yesterday after work. That was a bad, bad idea.

I feel kind of funky today, no doubt as a result. Not good funky, either. There's this documentary about Janis Joplin, and at the end she's singing, and she invites the audience up on stage to dance along. Unfortunately for her, the audience is made up of extremely square white people with no rhythm. There's this one guy in thick glasses, a white short-sleeved dress shirt, and khakis, and I think he has a tie, and he starts wiggling back and forth rhythmlessly, and he's sticking his butt way out.

That's kind of how I feel right now.