Seriously, told myself as I left the office last Friday at 8pm that I would need to arrive to work on Monday well rested and ready for a big day.
Last night, I had to forgo dinner due to an inexplicable bellyache that arrived precisely at the wrong time – and then invited his friend, nausea, to join the party.
Later, I tossed and turned until around 02:30, unable – no matter how much I tried – to grab hold of sleep.
So. Feeling awesome this morning. Not.
Stack it on, Monday. Make it heaps.