I didn't make it to work yesterday - too busy at home re-enacting that scene from "Zapped" with Scott Baio where he projectile vomits into the sink.
Only mine had no special effects - although my head may have exploded out the back of my noggin' and I've yet to be clued in. Either way, I'm at work and typing away in a self-induced fog.
I slept all day yesterday - I fell asleep while watching the Today Show, while calling in to work (sorry!) and while trying to read a story by Charles W. Chesnutt called "Po' Sandy." Think having a mind-splitting migraine was bad enough - try deciphering deep south dialogue.
For example: "Sandy en Tenie had n'be'n libbin' tergedder fer mo' d'n two mont's befo Mars Marrabo's old uncle, w'at libbed own in Robeson County, send up ter fin' out ef Mar Marrabo could n' len 'im hire 'em a good hand fer a mont' er so."