I'd set my alarms for 13:00, thinking maybe by then the Excedrin and additional rest would allow me to go work a half-day. Woke up, felt better - but better is relative, still felt like shit. Decided I'd be burning a full sick day, crashed.
Got up again at 17:00 since I'm supposed to be going to be pre-Purgatory Gweep Piss-Up at The 'Shoe tonight. I don't feel like shit anymore, but I don't feel good either. My head still hurts, but it is more like an aftermath headache. And I feel drained. So I'm not there, I'm here, at home, writing this post instead. I don't think I can face a noisy pub tonight, and I think alcohol is ill-advised. Tomorrow is the big, once-a-year, Gweep cookout, followed by the sushi mega-fest, and I'll be real pissed if I miss that. So I'm missing tonight's gathering to hopefully play it safe and be OK tomorrow.
And I was really looking forward to tonight too. Bah.