...It may be exaggerated. I didn't get to keep my breakfast for very long. Then again, I hadn't taken my henbane beforehand, either; since it is don't-operate-heavy-machinery stuff, I figured I'd swaller a tab once I got to the Skunk Works and simply eschew driving anything that outweighed me. By going-home time it would be wore off, me so clever, ha ha ha.
As we are not vouchsafed a plethora of (paid) sick days and unpaid ones require you be calling from the mortuary (there's an in-between option but that only works from the hospital), I'm gonna proceed as planned and ignore the Unfortunate Breakfast.
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