Just kidding. Instead of doing any of that, I barfed on the farm, barfed in the SoBo walgreens, barfed behind the weird new pizza joint, barfed at Aunt Lillian's, then barfed on Afton mountain coming home. It reminds me of how I got so sick coming back from Spain and the next day was just... fine. At least, I think I'm fine today? Last night, I couldn't even drink water and almost went to the ER. And now I'm okay? It makes me think there's something really wrong with me or something, but maybe it was just food poisoning.

Anyway, back home today, taking tiny little sips of water and then being amazed when they stay down.