Really it is. I’d been feeling bloody awful for hours. Went to bed at 11 and after an hour’s fitful self-pitying why-do-I-not-relish-every-moment-I-don’t-feel-like-this half-sleep there was an incident that could be described as spectacular, technicolour and not a little messy. Not the most pleasant of experiences, but at least I made it to the bathroom.
Goddamn do I feel good now though! I am cleansed of evil nausea-inducing bacteria! I feel great!
I should do this more often.
Incidentally this was posted from my phone. I didn’t go downstairs and turn on the computer. That would be weird.