Even DEATH took one look at me this morning and said "HELL NO"

So, work up at 2 am this morning thanks to the WORST FOOD POISONING/STOMACH BUG I've ever had. I was so dehydrated, but I couldn't keep even a half glass of water down. I think that was what cholera would feel like. And as I played "Oregon Trails 2" RELIGIOUSLY as a child (...and MAY still play it on my computer every once in a while), I seriously thought that the game had finally come to claim me. I told my roommate to bury me along the trail, and try not to cry too much for me.

And then I sent her on a quest for sugary juice things and crackers, because we don't have anything like that in this apartment, and I nearly fainted in the elevator when I tried to go questing for them myself. Thank god for roommates, yo.

But hey, at least I'm not throwing up bile anymore! AMIRITE?? EH??? EH???

(Dude, I never realized the human body had that much liquid to lose. UGH.)

So, I'm trying to finish my thingsunwritten story, cause hey, I'm sick as a dog, might as well make some use of having to lie in a nest of blankets on my bed while I wait for the fever/chills to go away. Except I'm pretty certain my English ain't working so well right now. I think the fever's muddled my ability to string a sentence together. *FRUSTRATED SIGH*

Juice? Or slightly flat seltzer? Decisions, decisions...