"Oh, god." I wake up Sunday and I just know. I can feel an aura. I haven't been getting enough sleep lately--have been staying up too late doing research. Fuck. If I take my meds, I'll sleep for 12 hours and I absolutely cannot afford to lose an entire day to this, so I take half a dose. I try to go back to bed for just a few hours, but by the time Thatcher is due to pick me up, I'm still nauseated and feeling sluggish.

I can't miss this dinner, not after Alice went out of her ...