Well...

I survived the night.

I got some degree of sleep, but it wasn't much.

The panicked vomiting continues, now though it's a result of an unreasonable anxiety load and nothing is going to stop it. My stomach is just rejecting life at this point.

I never should have opened the flood gates. That was a bad plan. Something which seems to be the theme of my life this week, ha!

I'm taking zofran like tic-tacs, but it's not keeping the bile down, so I suppose I'm just going to have to take a vomit bag with me to my biostats final. It won't be the first time I've had to do that, but it WILL be the last. I am at least excited about that part.

I did not do any real work on my poster over the weekend. It is now officially due in 29 hours, but I have managed to convince myself that it is do-able. So that's an improvement.

The Jew is in town, which makes me suuuuuuper happy, and provides a really nice distraction from the state of things.

That's all I know, or at least, all I write in between rounds of vomiting. Gotta run.

Love and stuff!!