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In between peculiar dreams and feeling so unbelievably ill I think I had a bit of sleep. I don't think it is food poisoning but lordy I think my stomach offered up a battle that would put Napoleon to shame. I may hide for awhile.

update:okay so it may be food poisoning. This is my first experience with it. I have always thought I had an iron stomach. It seems that isn't so.

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Goodness. My digestive tract has gone through the most severe workout of its life. Much of the evilness has subsided. Now I feel so sore and I am working my way through a box of popcicles, a lot of water and chicken broth.

Food poisoning is not one bit of fun.

Everything hurts so much.

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Old movies, toast and the urge to rip out my intestines out of revenge.