When I woke up, I found a dried piece of smoked mozzarella stuck to my leg. Apparently I had fallen asleep on top of the cheese, and it pressed into my sheets. Now there is a sad and large grease mark on my bed and on my sweats. So it's really amazing how good I feel right now, so weird. I guess it was all that water I gulped down before falling asleep (and before eating cheese in bed, apparently).
I decided to poach an egg to celebrate how un-crappy I felt. I'm usually really horrible at poaching eggs, but I think I did a pretty decent job this morning. I probably could have let it cook a little more, but I was being impatient.