Feeling unknown and you're all alone flesh and bone by the telephone

Okay, I feel less like death this morning, though coffee doesn't seem to be making my tummy happy. Downside, I am suffering the results of throwing up for 12 hours straight--everything fucking hurts. From the top of my head (okay, that's probably just the latent dehydration) to my hips is one band of ow. I hate noroviruses. The only thing in their favor is that they're relatively quick.

I have to get myself together, since I have a meeting at 9:20. It's just a quick thing where I show the pre-boarder my license and social security card, nothing horribly exciting, but it will mean I need to wash my face and brush my hair and put on actual clothes. Debating on a quick shower before then, but I don't know that I have that kind of energy. I will think on it.

The rest of the week, I have nothing going on. Since they confirmed that I'm staring on the 19th, that gives me two weeks to be bored.

Apparently, my yelling at Dad may have done some good? He told my sister that he's been apologizing to the nurses for being a jerk. Could have knocked me over with a feather, honestly. I mean, we'll see if it holds up, but I'll honestly take what I can get.

Aside from that, all is quiet. Everyone have an excellent Monday!