Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

I hate how frequently I take sick days now, but I wrote me coworkers this morning to say I was paying for the Monday night insomnia and would be in late, and then at noon I wrote in to say I was still feeling lousy and would not be in.

I'm not running low on sick time but I still feel bad about it. I could _be_ at work, but I know I'd be useless and just continue to be largely useless tomorrow too.