In future, I will not start reading Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol run at half eleven at night. I will certainly not allow the "Just one more!" feeling to carry me to half two in the morning. Especially with a head cold. And with the only thing I found to eat being heavy on the cheese.

On the other hand, it's the perfect recipie for fucked-up dreams. If I don't mind a day at work spent on five hours of sleep.

Thank fuck it wasn't an early morning.