So I'm sick, again. This time literally, as in can't keep anything in my stomach. I'm a firm believer that a person should listen to their body, since it generally knows what's good for it. Right now, my body's telling me it's cold and sleepy (and sore from the muscle pain in my sides with all the dry heaving I've done in the past eight hours.) I want to be curled up on the couch, wrapped in my duvet and cuddling my dog.

Except, I'm at work, my duvet's currently steeping in the bathtub at home - don't ask, the word projectile was involved - and I'm at work. I know I repeated that one, but I can't stress enough how much this sucks that I'm at work.

I really think I'm going home now.