This morning I woke up and I knew something definitely didn't feel quite right. I got out of bed and almost passed out trying to walk upstairs. I told Dad that I didn't think I was going to go to school today, and then I went back downstairs and slept until about 10. I didn't feel a whole lot better, but I was able to make it upstairs, where I camped on the couch most of the day, making it through the hours of boredom and painful headaches. I skipped out on supper, and then went to bed pretty early. Didn't get a very restful night of sleep.