I just woke up, 3:45am PT, and was really dhydrated. A nausuea crept over me. Soon I was racing to the bathroom as my body readied itself to expunge what was bothering it. I just barfed my guts out and, to me, that is a fate worse than 1000 deaths. My stomach seems to be settling down now. Don't know if I will still try to go into work. I just am looking for sympathy that's all.
Thank GOD this wasn't a photo essay, right?