This just hasn't been my week. Went out to dinner with my best friend last night and ate some lovely seafood ravioli. At about 10PM I was in the bathroom, praying to the porcelian god. After I got whatever it was out of my system, I felt much better - so here I am back at work today.
My boyfriend and I are currently batting around a couple of theories - but I'd bet money that it involved my last dose of antibotics, the glass of wine I had, and the rich sauce that accompanied the ravioli. Just a hunch anway.
No big plans for the weekend as of yet. Do need to see my parents sometime so I can give my Dad some more audio books. Also need to do mundane stuff like cleaning and laundry. How terribly exciting does all that sound?