I think the hamburger kicked my ass last night. I woke up very queasy. Managed to make it home after the meeting before I vomited. I knew it was about to happen when I was still at 4th ave.
"James, you need to hurry this up. I need to vomit."
"I need to puke but I don't want to do it in your store."
It's pretty gross.
So, made it home, and then proceeded to pass out for the next four hours. Got into work and promptly left after an hour. I'll be going back at 9 to start closing duties. I feel like warmed over shit right now.