I had thoughts, but they got away.

No, seriously--evidently what he meant by 'I feel like roadkill' was actually 'wow, the room's spinning and I'm really sleepy', not 'I feel like an opossum after the second eighteen-wheeler'.

Supposedly I will feel better tomorrow, which would be nice. My next physio appointment is then, and I need to excavate the desk in the office so Dad can help me swap hard-drives into external cases Tuesday.