I'm, uh, in a limbo state. Just a second ago I was watching fireworks and listening to a person saying that friends don't exist, and now I'm stuffing myself in the kitchen in the dim light, listening to jazz. It feels like my senses, like a mountain climber, are trying to reach the top, but an avalanche of snow has just swept them away. I feel nothing except that what I ate shouldn't have been eaten. I know I have a tough day tomorrow. Unrelated to food, that is.