Feeling guilty...

I woke up at 4 AM with a migraine. I wasn't really surprised, because of the vivid, chaotic and violent nature of the dreams I was having right before I woke up.

So I took drugs and went back to bed, but this time they didn't really subdue it enough to let me function. So I had to do something I really hate to do -- I called in sick for a substitute teaching gig.

And now I'm feeling even more guilty because I've had to lock Piper and Zaphod in the kitchen because I'm just not up to dealing with them.

But maybe if I can just sleep a little more, I'll be able to take the pup up to the Bark Park. And that will make her happy.

Yeah. That works.