Sleep? What Sleep?

Woke at 2 am, yes AM, to an upset stomach of epic proportions. This upset me greatly as... 1. I don't like to get sick & 2. I was having a very pleasant dream about Brad Pitt & George Clooney inviting me to go to LA with them.

Something must have been wrong because the Evil Devil Spawn was perched on my shoulder purring at me, & he then followed me into the bathroom purring. I believe he knew I was ill & was offering me comfort. {Velvis may disagree, saying he was purring so I would let down my guard & allow him an opportunity to strike}

So for the next 5 hours, I dozed fitfully ~ I finally understand that phrase ~ as every time I would finally fall asleep, my stomach would twitch/spasm & I would be sure that this time, THIS TIME I would lose my lunch.

Was supposed to work today, but had to call in sick. I feel like crap & I'm tired as hell. I could pack Andre the Giant into the bags under my eyes. I'm on the Gravol to keep the nausea at a minimum, but I'm so tired. So I'm off to rest & recupe as I am supposed to work tomorrow & I would really like to. Yes, you heard me, I want to go to work.