Sunday.

This morning: bored, hungover, lazy. Decided to watch Cloverfield, which was akin to tasering myself, volunteering for a waterboarding demonstration, or trying to find my soul mate in Wrigley Field.

I had eaten breakfast, and was starting to feel better when I put the movie on, but it's amazing what an hour of shaky cameras and non-stop screaming can do for your health.

I repeat: Do not watch Cloverfield hungover.

Actually, don't see it at all. There's one cool scene where a girl explodes, and that's it.