ugh

Rough night and morning already...wasn't feeling well yesterday, rough day at work, nearly-impossible deadline due. Came home and spent the evening taking care of a very sick, very feverish friend [ice packs, ibuprofen, sympathy...couldn't really do much else, but I tried]. Then was awakened in the wee hours of the morning by the sound of a glass falling off the nightstand [gotta learn to watch those flailing arms while sleeping]. A nearly-full glass. Of orange juice.

Cleanup on aisle six.

Now to try to snooze for a little bit before starting the day for real...