Then I woke up at 7:10 with nausea. Didn't sleep much that night as a result. After the shower, I felt the need to throw up my dinner. The worst part about it was that this particular meal is the LAST THING you want coming out of your nose. I thought that throwing up would solve my recent digestive problems, but...let's just say I would like to have a morning this week in which I don't go straight to the Men's Room the minute I enter work.
To make matters worse, the Red Line continues its lackluster service by being 15-20 minutes late for my commute. When the train arrived, it waited until AFTER passengers entered before telling them that the train is experiencing technical difficulties. Everyone grumbled as they left the train. You would think they would tell us before we entered, or maybe yet, NOT STOP. My plan to be early to work was shot.