In which there’s a bug.

I woke up at 8 o’clock in the morning on the first day of the new year running a temperature and wanting to puke. It went downhill from there, and I spent the whole day battling the stomach flu.

What’s that? Oh, well, of course it was both ends. Why wouldn’t it be?

AmmZon went to the store and got me a gallon of water and some orange Gatorade so I wouldn’t dehydrate. The aches and pains sucked.

You have no idea how far the bathroom is from my room. It’s, like, a jillion miles. Uphill. In the snow.

Update: Mid-afternoon today I roused my sick-ass self for a trip to Drug Town, where I bought three packets of Thai noodles and two bottles of Powerade. I spent four dollars. I came home, ate some noodles, and was so exhausted by the ordeal I had to sleep for five hours. My guts still hurt, but the fever’s broken and I once again have control of my excretions. Happy fucking new year, indeed.