Head: hurting due to excessive (related to my current fatigue and lack of tolerance) revelry last night.
Tutoring: fair to middling.
"The Bells" is possibly the single most pleasurable poem to read aloud in the English language. For this masterwork, Edgar Allen Poe received the princely sum of fifteen dollars. A few months later he died of drink, or a brain aneurysm, or something.
So it goes.