Do you ever wake up in the morning and think, “wow…waaaay too many shots last night. What was I thinking? How will I make it through the day? How will I get out of bed?”

And then, think, “Wait a minute…I don’t remember drinking any shots last night. How many did I have if I don’t even remember having any? Oh my god, where am I? Whose bed is this? Who’s that next to me?”

And then realized that you’re at home, in your own bed, next to your own husband, and that you can remember the entire previous evening. An evening free of shots.

That is not a good feeling. That is a feeling of sickness. That is the feeling I woke up with yesterday morning. At first, I chose to believe that it was, in fact, a hangover. A hangover from two beers that I consumed over a period of four hours while have Thai food. A hangover that prevented me from eating my beloved Trader Joe’s honey nut cheerios. A hangover that got worse and worse until finally, at about one, I gave up and went home. and there, in the middle of the hall was a tiny pile of clothes. So, I did what anyone would do. I kicked the pile of clothes into the bedroom. Guess what was under the pile of clothes. Go ahead….guess.

If you guess cat puke, you win the grand prize. Headachy, nauseated Amy kicked a pile of cat puke, and scattered the puke everywhere. My baby, Darwin, is kinda OCD and likes to cover things up. So, he was trying to hide the puke. But I found it. Bad Amy. So, I cleaned it up. Scrubbed the carpet. piled the clothes into a plastic bag. And then, just to be mean…I vacuumed. That’s what they get.

After I recovered from the trauma, I changed into comfy clothes and watched Buffy. And knitted sporadically (my eyeballs kept threatening to pop out of my head, so sometimes I just listened to Buffy and didn’t knit at all).

Then, the architect, because he is nice, brought me ginger ale and saltines and made me soup. And we watched/listened to James Bond for a while. Then, I went to bed. This morning, I woke up cautiously. I got out of bed….and killer headache from hell is still here. YAY!

I called in. But, now I am at work. Although what seemed like an okay idea at home seems monumentally stupid now that I’m actually here. So, I will not stay long. Just long enough to get a few things done. I’m not at work tomorrow. Tomorrow is a day of the DMV and picking up my car, and possibly cleaning the bathroom. Or, maybe just getting through season 4 of Buffy.

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