King for a lifetime, fool for a... lifetime...

I'm thoroughly confused. It's 10:40 a.m. on a Sunday which means I didn't sleep 'til 1:30 again. I have no appetite for breakfast because I think -- and I can't be really certain of this -- some of my drinking cohorts and I stopped at a diner last night. A diner that was full of trannies, oddly enough. Lastly, the stupid headache that I have reminds me of a song off the latest Modest Mouse album. "The Good Times Are Killing Me." Anyway...