It's 3.30pm

I feel terrible.
I ate fried noodles for lunch and I feel nauseous now. Shouldn’t have taken the risk after recovering from that hurling marathon on Wed. It's another hour and a half before I can make a decent exit (I’m only supposed to leave at 5.30). God, it seems like an eternity. I can’t do any work. I just want to curl up and die.