Whatever you Eat...

...Don't eat what I ate. I don't know what it was, but don't eat it.

Dude, this gastro-intestinal thing escalated Sunday night to approach a sickness level of "Egypt A3", which right right below an A4 but well above a B2.

Okay, I have no idea what that means. But I was as sick as I've ever been in the United States, and I essentially did nothing from Sunday night to Thursday morning except for watch TV and groan in bed. And eat crackers.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but...the thought of BBQ just disgusts me right now. I know, I know, I'll look back on this one day and laugh. Or barf.