Last week, I worked a total of 58.5 hours, while still maintaining my social life and personal relationships. I guess my body just gave out this morning and I woke up with nausea and a massive headache. I went to work for 2 hours, threw up about three times in the lunch room (lmao), gave up and now i’m back in my bed. 

I’ve never felt so in love with my bed as much as I do now. Jus’ sayin.