Okay, let's see. You wiped out for the second consecutive time in the same night, after being pushed through a WEIRD PORTAL by a very tangible game construct, as your skull's gentle throbbing insists on reminding you. You are HERE, which is just about as specific as you can get because you have NO FUCKING CLUE where you are.
Oh, yeah, and before all that, you experienced what can only be described as your own personal brand of the seventh circle of hell.
Not the worst wriggling day you've ever had, as it turns out.