Zero

 

I feel like death and taxes.*  No, worse than that.**  Er . . . I can't think of anything worse than that.  Except how I feel, of course.  This is way old and boring, and I don't think it has much, if anything, to do with the lingering aftershocks of dental anaesthesia.  I think it's just Evil Stomach Spirits in joyous partnership with my abiding evil spirit, the ME.  Ah, the ME headache, there's nothing like it.  Fortunately there's nothing like it.  My jaw, where the dentist was plying...