I came home early from work tonight because the tuna sandwich that Anna so lovingly made for me wasn't sitting well. In fact it was "not sitting well" so badly that it didn't just not sit, it actually got up from where it was sitting and decided it liked being vomitted into the toilet better. I'm feeling much better now, at this point you're probably not.

You know the thing about throwing up, as gross as it is, it sure does feel a lot better when you get the poison out. That's all I have to say about that - for now.