I'm feeling a bit under the weather today, but at least I got a good story out of it. Last night I woke up at about 11 feeling terrible. I saw my dad and I asked him if he had any petobismal to make my stomach settle down. So we go into the bathroom and he pulls it out and starts talking about something. I'm feeling sicker and sicker until I just give up and say, "You know what, I think I'll just throw up instead". And so I did.
Merry Christmas, all.
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