I finally got a more or less full night's sleep. So now my digestive tract just feels ordinary tired and not like it was removed and run over by a dump truck before being reinstalled. I dreamed I lived in an old apartment in a high-rise in a kinda shite 'hood. slickidiot was in my dream, visiting and showing me his new comic books. He had curly Peter Frampton hair in the dream. (Sorry Clay.) Somehow from there I ended up at an awful grad school reunion with fancy h'ors doeuvres, which I actually ate in the dream (some kind of Thai noodle brownie) and they tasted pretty good.
edited to add, I guess I din't get enough hors d'oeuvres cuz now i'm hungry.