Ok, not good, not good at all. No angst, no poems, I am crying because my head hurts that much. I'm so sick I'm depressed, and I have a had horrid goddam nightmare. I threw up until I was expecting to see my gut in the bowl.
I'm STILL working the case. This afternoon, I'll be in. But I'm coming in late. Oh, god....::horrible noises::
Please leave the sobbing lump under the blankets alone. I will clean up the trail of pill wrappers later.