My head is heavy, filled with clay and noise. I bet if I took an MRI now, I'd have more little specks. I also fell into the wall twice yesterday. My eyes seem to be wiggly, making it hard to read or otherwise see. Bah.
This is how long I've been away from San Francisco, home of the Mission burrito. I just microwaved a burrito my husband picked up for me, and it just wasn't getting warm, even after 5 minutes. So I took it out to try it in the toaster oven, taking the paper wrapper off - to reveal an aluminum foil wrapper underneath. I don't know why I didn't expect that, but phew, no fire.