Blehhhh

I had to drive home during lunch today to escape the waves of nausea that were passing over me in the office. Driving home for lunch is no small feat - I'd spend more time in my car than I'd spend lunching.

The office. Smells. So. Bad. Someone either cooked something raunchy yesterday after I left for the doctor and stashed it in the trash can or there's a toilet overflowing somewhere.

Because we're in one of those new "hermetically sealed" offices with no opening windows, sitting back in my corner all day is being in gas station bathroom. Without the fan.