This morning, I woke up with a fairly mild hangover. I figured that I'd get cleaned up and head over to Marscon to catch the showing of our movie, so I started the morning ritual with the injection of the Gila Monster saliva. You know, the drug that has the side effect of nausea and vomiting.
You can see where this is going, can't you?
I spent the next four hours or so in the most hideous contortions of vomiting I have experienced since that one fateful college weekend. Prayers to every deity known had no effect, Tried drinking water to stay hydrated and nuh-uh. Fountains of Wayne, if wayne were water-vomit. Finally got to sleep somewhere around 2:00. Woke up again around 4:30 to test the waters (so to speak) and seemed to be better.
Watched Catwoman. Halle Berry is fucking gorgeous. Rest of the movie was fun-- nothing special.
Actually eating some chinese food now.
Yes, yes, laugh at my pain.