Aside from cringing in pain for several hours this afternoon, I haven't done much that I consider "useful" today. Thankfully, the Tomato Soup of Doom seems on it's way out of my system now. (Note to self: Never use soy milk in condensed tomato soup -- at least the "Healthy Request" kind.)
Earlier today I did manage to get out of the apartment and work on Novella for a few hours. I'm trying to make a habit of traveling to a coffee shop and working on the outline over a Caramel Cooler. Drink bad, writing good. I figure the two ultimately cancel each other out.