After one night of pizza for dinner I slept poorly and had weird dreams.

After two nights of pizza for dinner I slept quite badly indeed and had nightmares, which woke me up several times. Oh, and some schmuck was walking around near MLK yelling obscenities loud and long enough to wake me up. Oh, then there was the guy whose car wouldn’t start. Oh, let’s not forget the random coughing spell shortly before midnight. I think I spent more time awake than asleep last night.

Add a tepid shower to all of this and it’s a wonder that I’m in any kind of halfway-decent mood at all…