  Woke up this morning (read 2.00pm). you know those mornings (afternoons), the ones where first you're afrid you're going to die; then you're afraid you aren't. Wasn't sure where the putressence was going to shot out from, and the headache, well, my eyes are still making creaking noises.
I'm going back to bed momentarily. And, this is possibly the first time EVER I felt truly upset for calling in sick. I was thinking how I'd miss being down talking philosophy and pizza with Mama, improving the pizza technique, and generally feeling at home. Still, being extremely close to a toilet was beneficial. I bet it was the mold. As soon as I'm fully conscious, and feeling Up to the Challenge, I'm going to Trisodium Phophate the fun right out of it/them. I also noticed today that there is mold growing in the toilet as well. I'm zarking well surrounded.
I bonked myself in the head with the wooden pizza shovel the other day. I was alone in the kitchen, being all ninja-y. I attempted to swing the shovel from behind me, over my head to slam it down on the prep table, and it did, after I bounced it off my head. I'm glad it wasn't the metal pizza shovel, I figure it would have been a few stitches. I'd write a haiku, but I'm way too tired.
Good Night/morning. 
