I was given today and tomorrow off from work (the last two weeks were... oh anyway). The total and utter bastard of it is that I woke up at 06:15 today (I was planning on something well after 09:00) to throw up. Quite a bit.
I'd had rather too much double cream on some strawberries last night and I think my constitution can't deal with that kind of thing any more. When heaving in the morning, I expect there to be nothing to come up, but (oh boy!) there was plenty of last night's dinner there. So, despite it being probably self-inflicted, I'm feeling rather sorry for myself and that it's all so unfair.
