Why Yes, I Am Always This Driven

I was fine until about 10:30 last night, when my stomach decided it'd had enough of hosting dinner and muscled everything out like an irritated bouncer. I'd call it food poisoning, but nobody else shows any symptoms; I'd call it a bug but I have no other symptoms; I'd call it stress but I'm remarkably unstressed for once, having had all the locks replaced and deadbolts put in. Maybe it was the release of stress, and finally feeling completely safe again?

I don't know. I've officially thrown...