"I'm not dead yet!"

But I'm close.

Mr. Shakes now believes we have cholera. I'm thinking ebola, because since I haven't eaten anything in almost two days, it can only be my own liquified liver I'm puking up at this point.

Either that, or a small alien will burst out of my gut any moment. If it happens, I'll try to get pictures. It should make a great "Caption This Photo."

Until then, I'm going back to bed. I never thought it was possible to sleep for almost 36 solid hours and still need more sleep, but, apparently, it is.

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