Perfect. Just Perfect.

It's going to be a pretty crazy week. There are assignments and projects due left and right and in order to get it all accomplished I have to be really on-the-ball. There simply isn't a moment to waste.

So of course it makes perfect sense that last night, right after I'd laid down for a good night's rest, I would suddenly become nauseated and get sicker than a dog and spend two hours in the bathroom throwing up until I couldn't breathe anymore. Now, this morning (oh lovely Monday!) I feel like crap, my mouth tastes like vomit, and I'd swear I'd been run over by a train.

Figures.