Good morning all. A shiny new day has begun. I'm sure the birds would be singing if they weren't frozen to ice or something.

"I was just sitting at the computer and throwing up just to make an entry". I didn't mean that I was throwing up at the keyboard to produce an entry, you know. I meant I had a bucket with me. And the making an entry part was a separate thing, not essentially connected to the throwing up part. Okay, I'm doing a little better. I seem to be able to drink now without it coming up again a minute later. Last night was probably one of the worst nights I've ever had. I don't think I have ever thrown up so much before. And I don't mean volume. Because at some point your stomach is just basically empty. But it still kept happening. At one point I was convinced that I was all better and I drank a little cola (my mother once told me it was good against stomach aches) so I took a slurp or two. And literally 30 seconds later I had the bucket and I was going bleeerrrch.

But enough of my entertaining vomit stories.

I should get back to bed. Isn't it just great that I get sick the first day of vacation? Perfect. I got it from my mother by the way. She got ill first. Is it coincidence that we both get sick just as my dad comes home from Greenland? I don't know. I'm not saying he carried with him a deadly Greenlandish virus or that he poisoned our food or anything... it's just something to think about.

No, bedtime for me. If I keep getting better then I'll update tonight. If I don't get better then I'll puke violently tonight. Are you as excited to find out as I am?