So I woke up last night in a cold sweat with a heavy churning feeling in my stomach. 6 hours later I'm still in the toilet. I've had no sleep and it's time to go to work. Luckily my sorry state discouraged our leader from bringin us out.
But a perfect end to a perfect week in Hamilton I think. Other events during the week included my lighter being stolen. By some tatoo'd sonuvabitch. He left a little green plastic one in its place though. He also ate a whole pile of our crisps and cookies. AND kept me awake one night with his snoring.