I got up this morning at 4:30am, briefly showered, then drove to Rolla for work. I arrived tired and hungry, but in plenty of time to make it to work. I got here and worked for about an hour before succumbing to the NEED TO EAT.

Fortunately, there are people whose job it is to take pity on (and advantage of) fools like myself. The good folks at Papa Johns delivered to me a pan pizza with pineapple and extra cheese and a side of ranch dressing.

Not so fortunately, I ate half of said pizza and am now miserable, even hours later. I thought to compensate for that with oodles of red tea, which I hear helps aide the liver in removing toxins from the body. In any case, it tastes good, when one isn't glutted on pizza.

I'm no longer tired and hungry. Now I'm tired and stuffed. This isn't much better than my previous state.