The building beside us was having some sort of BBQ fundraiser for lunch. So I partook, and I ended up rushing home early with crippling stomach pain to throw up for half an hour. I could've spent 5 bucks on something considerably less e-coli inflicted. And I could've spent my sick hours being not sick somewhere. Goddammit.
And I just now realized that it's not Friday. I thought it was Friday for reasons unknown. I was just about to celebrate by getting wasted in the bathtub and "accidentally" drowning.