Until I woke up. The head, it was wanting to explode. Still does, actually. I take a migraine pill, and nausea kicks in as well. That's a first - I usually avoid that particular side effect of migraines. Dammit all to hell.
Email the profs - "Hi, sorry, can't make it to class today." Musical Theatre prof says I can email the paper to him - yes. Spanish teacher tells me if I'm feeling better I should really come, because we're discussing everything we've read up to this point for the midterm the week after next - no.
Call my boss - he just asked me to take on a late-night shift on Mondays, to start today. I'd said yes, but it wasn't happening today. He calls back and asks if I can come in for maybe just a couple of hours - he sounds desperate. I hold firm - I don't think I'd be able to deal with dinner rush in this state.
So, guilt trips abound. Dammit all to hell, I'm sayin.