After another bad night and more upsetting dreams about Gavin leaving me (this time he was going off to Mississippi. Wtf?), I ended up calling in sick to work as I had awful stomach ache.
I hate calling in sick. I've done it quite a bit, I'm not healthy! I feel so guilty and also feel like my colleagues will think I was skiving. I have the same guilty complex while in posh shops, like they think I'm shoplifting.
I feel better now, the clues's in the amount of crap I ate tonight. I predict another stomach ache tomorrow.