Waking up with painful headaches is the worst. Especially when you were planning to get things done on that day. Now, I feel lousy, or... crumby (crumb... crummy... ha... ha... Forget it). I'm still not completely packed to return to the big city, and I'm dreading the next three days because I work every day up to the day I leave. Most of my things are packed, but my bedroom is a disaster and I can't leave it that way. But of course. On the day I have off to finish these things, I feel lousy beyond belief, and I don't want to get dressed. The likelihood of finishing the fencing project I was supposed to finish? Very, very, unlikely. Merp.