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Uuuugh... the fact that I, like, never call out of work is a point of pride for me. But I need to be awake in, like, 5 hours and I just cannot. stop. puking.

And this is saying something. I haven't thrown up since I'd just turned twenty-one. I hate throwing up. Like, despise it. If it comes down to puking or feeling sick all evening, I'll go ahead and feel sick all evening.

I think I have food poisoning. I think this is what food poisoning feels like. I have no idea what I could have possibly eaten, though, to make me feel this sick. Normal fare for me, and nothing tasted spoiled... some kind of bug? I don't really feel sick except for my stomach...

I think I'm calling out of work tomorrow.

Fuck fuck fuck. I don't have the money to call out sick. Goddammit.

Grrr...

I'm writing a Torchwood/Authority crossover. Something to do between frantic dives for the toilet bowl.