Monday!

So... lovely little morning. Woke up bright and Canadian pitch-black at a little after six with a cat purring happily right against my face, hobbled to the shower, and lovingly soaked myself in steam and lavender soap. Toweled myself in a blue fuzzy whirl, picked through the closet of what I was to wear this fine day, took a sip of the green tea I'd left at my bedside last night as I worked on my essay.... All of this was going on in a sunny little montage for about five minutes when-

Stomach: OHGODKELLYCLARKSON!
Me: Huh. This could be unpleasant. I think I'll go hork up a swallow of tea and make a vacuum of my stomach cavity, thank you.
Stomach: KILLTHEWINDMILLS!
Me: Oh, for fuck's sake.

So, screw class this morning. Went back to bed. Now my stomach is in the middle of some kind of civil war, torn between 'Whaddawewant? BREAKFAST!' and 'REPEL THE INFIDELS!'. I'm going to take my brother in to class for 10:30, and hopefully have enough energy to get through an eight hour shift from noon on.

And then we'll see if I get a call back about other employment from the college.