So, that's what my insides look like

Shortly after my last post, my body revolted. It declared its indepedence, sang a new national anthem, and raised a flag out of my navel. In short, I thought I had a touch of botulism most of the night. After 14 hours of mentally making out my will, I can now sit up without fear of dying.

The bad part was...my wife caught whatever I had. She's about three or four hours behind me in the cycle and still thinks she's going to die. My guess is we either have some ugly 24 hour bug, or I really screwed up when I cooked dinner last night and gave us both food poisoning.

Regardless, we're both home from work today...which I'm sure is raising some eyebrows there. But I'm sure they'd rather do without us today than catch our botulism.

I think I stink.