Wow...

The white lines, man, I can still see the white lines when I close my eyes.

My mind is seething with ambition: gotta get that table loom that Meg gave me warped up; want to finish that biography of Cleopatra I started; want to start processing the fleeces I got this weekend (step one - read up on spinning in the grease); want to write my "What I Did This Weekend" report; want to clean the house (Dear God it's a mess)...

All the while my body is saying, "Bitch, we just spent 18 hours out of the last 72 in the car. Go pass out."

I think I'll take the majority vote.