2.8 Days Later–Entry 3.1

I rose to a pounding in my head, to a soft stillness surrounding me. The somniferous combination of L-tryptophan and Bordeaux have taken their toll. Roasted turkey. Mashed Potatoes. Le Vin Matin. The suffering in Short Hills continues. Curse you oh friends with whole house generator–oh curse your generosity. Oh the horror.