THIS REALLY HAS TO STOP…
I'm off so that means I'm being forced to go to storage. First, this happened.
FYI - I ate about 1/3 of my breakfast. Pretty much the toast and davey eggs. I somehow thought if I ate I wouldn't be as nauseous as I started out but that really didn't work out as planned.
Storage pretty much consisted of us staring at things and me putting these in the car.
We decided the only thing left to do was wait for Cara to get off work and go to dinner.