The Stomach Flu Sucks

That is all.

Actually, I keep feeling better as the hours pass. I might even still make it out to Amy and Jeff’s house tonight, as now I’m not so much feeling bad as just feeling like I got hit by a damn truck.

Whew. I’m going to chat with Amy and crash back into bed.


  1. Unfortunately, that was the first bad joke that came to my mind. It was quickly followed by memories of my last two stomach flu / food poisoning instances. *hurk*

  2. Yeah, thanks. Now even I’M feeling queasy.

    Oh, well – if Geof can make it out here tonight, we’ll dose him up with corn chowder and hopefully make him feel better.

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