I woke up a few times in the middle of the night. One of those times was because I had a nightmare that for whatever reasons the sealed holes where my wisdom teeth once were became ripped open and started gushing blood all over my mouth. I knew this dream meant something but for either reasons of wanting to get back to sleep or fear of what the dream might portend, I didn't think too much about it.
I also woke up several times because my stomach was hurting, bloated, full of gas, and feeling sick. I drank a ton of whiskey and drunkenly ate a burrito soaked in hot sauce yesterday evening. I felt absolutely awful all day long and had intense stomach problems that are only now abating.
Once home from work, I took a nap on my couch and woke up and watched the Kentucky Derby with Jacob. A horse called "I'll Have Another" won.