sorta sick, but not really.

My tummy woke me up at 2am last night, seeming very sure of its intentions to throw all of its contents to the bottom of the (fortunately) recently cleaned toilet. It held this assumption for long enough that I felt fairly certain I wouldn't go to work today. I eventually fell asleep on the couch (seemed safer than having to hastily climb off of a loft in the event of an actual emergency), and when the couch-alarm went off, I didn't know where I was for a moment, but the nausea was gone. So I compromised, and emailed work that I felt awful last night, and that I'd come in late today. Now it's 10. I really should go in to work, but now s4 is tempting me by saying that he's home all day and we could make cookies instead. That sounds soooo much preferable to work, but I should really be good.