As a rule if I'm going to injure myself or feel generally unwell it will occur in the morning on a workday which leads me to conclude that I must have a Munchausen disorder activated primarily by my dislike of going to work..and I don't know the difference between a stub and a break but walking into a pile of drum hardware still hurts like hell 3 hours later..this after the great slumber of the enchilada con mole: 11 hours, hallucey-type dreams of conceptual art.