I just had a dream that my dead grandmother sewed up my head wound with fishing wire, and then when I woke up my head was bleeding and there was fishing wire sewn into it.
Also, my house was filled with pianos.
Then I woke up again and realized that I’d been dreaming inside a dream and I tentatively reached up to feel my head and there was still fishing line in it. But I didn’t have much time to worry about it because I looked up and there’s King Henry VIII with a cleaver and I woke up again. The point is, I’m pretty sure that this is all still a dream and so you should skip work, and eat anything you want, and maybe go make out with that cutie you’ve been lightly flirting with for the past month. That way you either get a day off and some egg rolls or you at least have a really nice dream. Everyone wins.
PS. Watch out for Henry VIII. That guy’s a bastard.
PPS. I just did the spellcheck and it was all “NO MISSPELLINGS FOUND.” Definitely a dream.