I watched the Lost season finale last night, and then lay awake in bed thinking about it. Then I realized my allergies were in full swing [weed-whacked the back yard last night], and I couldn't breathe very well. Tossed and turned all freaking night. This morning, it was like Dawn of the Dead. I was shuffling around like a zombie. On the ride in, my legs were all good, but I just didn't have the will to live. I still managed to catch every cyclist ahead of me, and quite a few cars. All my random route decisions paid off bigtime, as I made it to work faster than usual.