At 6am, I was (apparently) asleep on my stomach… until some sort of mental alarm went off on account of there being water and bile working its way up into my mouth.

Waking up in a desperate effort not to puke all over your bedding is not the way I normally prefer to start my day, thank you.

So, I burned a sick day and stayed home. I ended up sleeping ‘til almost noon, and have been dining on little more than toast and mild sandwiches all day. I’m feeling… okay-ish now, if you don’t count a slightly touchy stomach and (of course) the horridly uncomfortable heat in my room. Ah well. It’s summer, I’ll get over it.