Erghhhhhhh... stomach flu. Throwing up is not fun. Fortunately I think I'm done with all that. I've had enough lemon-lime Gatorade to last me a while, and I don't think I'll be eating any more saltines anytime soon.

The only two good things about being sick are that I got lots and lots of sleep and that I lost weight. My parents' scale puts me at 138 pounds (which would be the least I've weighed since middle school), but I think it's about 5 pounds light. I'll have to check when I get home tonight.

I get to see Emily la la la... and I get to sleep in my own bed and have all my music back and stuff. I've finally been away from home long enough that I'm looking forward to going back. I'm even looking forward to going back to work. I'm even hungry, which is nice...

Unfortunately I'm missing bowling with John, et al. tonight (if they do, in fact decide to go), but I'm not really in any shape to bowl. I'll have to find someone with a ping-pong table so I can hone my skills. I need to be able to beat somebody at least once the next time I go to visit Curtis...