Sympathy For The Me

I feel like absolute crap today. It's that kind of miserable where I could probably vomit without any kind of effort; just lean over and clench my stomach and, presto, stomach contents. Meh.

One could make a case that it's all my fault that feel like death; I may or may not have had a bit to drink last night as a run-up to the fireworks festivities. I'm not saying. The point is that, at the moment, I feel like my guts have been put in a blender and pureed.

So please send me your sympathy... I need you now more than ever. Also, if you have any Maalox, that'd be awesome.