The morning after

A fitful night's sleep. The hotel room was way too chilly last night (couldn't adjust the fuck'n thermostat) and my night burrowed under the blankets was enveloped by dreams -- dreams of Indian casinos, young women with long straight hair, dancers swaying naked on stage, and one young woman (earnest in her beliefs) sloshing red wine around in a goblet-sized wine glass. And this morning I'm paying for it: my body aches, my mouth hurts, my brain is foggy, and nothing feels right.