A Tired and Angry Hangover.

Olfactory perceptions of overcooked meat and stale grain products cling to the room like fragrant cellophane. Awake, with no recollection of falling asleep, eyes filled with sand, belly filled with fire, tongue feels like it needs a shave. Its early spring, a nip in the air warns that winter is not that far gone, the heat is out.

Purple shadows creep the wall, advancing before a burning chrysography of unanticipated sunlight as the mind greets the day through grease smeared lenses. Optic bundle still not fully operational, some minor pickling of the frontal lobe, pre-frontal cortex, cerebellum, temporal lobe, and possibly even the upper stem of the medulla above the C-1 vertebrae and skull base. All senses state that full systems shutdown is imminent, metabolism is slowed, pulse sporadically dicrotic, blood pressure elevated, pupils fixed with horizontal nystagmus, slurred speech, loss of equilibrium, short term memory loss, inability to comprehend or follow simple instructions, accompanied by exaggerated perceptions of exterior stimuli.

Those senses that remain functional continue the search for survivors in the wreckage; however hypersensitive ears already made acutely alert to any unfamiliar sound, find no signs of life in this barren and unpredictable landscape.

Recommendation: Immediate temporary shutdown of all unnecessary systems to effect repairs.

Additional temporary protocol changes: Avoidance of all sources of light, sound and odor until further notice. Complete abstinence from all things fermented and/or distilled for a period of no less than three days. Prayer for quick and painless neutralization of symptoms through any possible means, conjoined with complete reprobation of all foodstuffs for a period of at least twenty four hours.