Ain’t it fun to rush home from work a few hours early just to take a nap? Well, it would be fun if one didn’t have to upchuck whatever lunch she had (tuna noodle casserole — it didn’t look much different coming back out as going in) and then lay in bed moaning with her eyes closed as the room tried to spin around on various axes (axises?). And no, alcohol was not involved. I’m blaming it on those packages of tiny chocolate-covered donuts inhabiting the vending machine. A better breakfast would be a good idea.
And now? Three hours later I feel fine, just a little bit of a headache. I’m just wondering if I can use this as an excuse not to do the homework assignments I planned on doing tonight. It might cause a relapse. Really.