Last night was difficult. Was vaguely and inexplicably nauseated, kept waking up. The front part of my brain scolded the back part of my brain in the form of a very strict British butler. "No, we shall not throw up. Mustn't do it. Just buck up and get the work done." I sat at my computer from about 2am to 4am, playing games and reading tumblr and occasionally staring manfully into the distance, and I think I'm okay now. I've always been a fan of fake it till you make it anyway, so I'm perhaps overcompensating and actually sang "hellooooooooo!" to someone when I walked into work, but that's just sorta how we roll around here so it was okay.
Also, took a shower and climbed into bed with a wet head last night, but instead of waking up with a Delenn-style bad hair day, I woke up and had one of these kinds of mornings:
Sadly, I am still not yet Gates McFadden. BUT I WILL BE. ONE DAY, I WILL BE.