I am excited about eating soup for lunch today. On my half an hour drive to work this morning, leaning my head back as far back on the head rest as I could while still managing to see, in order to make the experience as much like sleeping as possible, I started to feel, oh I don't know, a little ethereal, as though I was floating above the situation. Do a couple of saltines and a piece of toast not cut it for two days worth of sustenance after your body has been completely and violently emptied? I'm guessing - not exactly.