Last night I dreamt I was a serial killer. I had this thing for large knives and meat cleavers, and I think I only killed other killers, but that was really just coincidence, I wasn't doing it out of anything other than a sense of entertainment. Last guy I ran into though, he was really hard to kill. Took a meat cleaver full to the face and was only stunned. Got no clue what that was all about.
I think I'm feeling better today, but I do feel a bit like I've been punched in the kidneys. I need to do grocery shopping and a few other things, haven't decided exactly what yet. I have a wide selection.