So as it turns out, just when I thought I was over whatever exactly the hell was plaguing me, I just caught the fucker all over again. I spent the day alternating between napping, barfing and drinking a bottle of Powerade, which happens to be the only thing I've had to eat all day. Soooooo...yeah. I pretty much spent the entire day wondering if I was going to die. Melodramatic? Very. Dignified? Not at all.
In the meantime, check out this dancing dog.