Naturally, exactly what I needed in the middle of an important meeting was the onset of a migraine the likes of which I haven't had since I was a teenager. On the back of a ridiculous revisit to my deplorable parents attempts at 'parenting' that my subconscious has decided I have to rehash in my sleep, I could've done without work today.
I think I might just have to start Margarita Friday just a little early this week.