i'm dying of dysentery

which is why i spent saturday night cold and alone, lying on my bathroom floor. from 4 am til sometime around 9ish, i threw up 7 times. strangely, it wasn't as fun as you would think. after the first time, the bouts with vomiting consisted of mainly dry heaves for 10 minutes. and then i would feel fine for about 40 minutes, when the old vomit train would visit me again. after the third time i had to run out of bed to the bathroom, i decided that it would just be easier to sleep in the bathroom. therefore the cold and alone part. i was kind of upset at the whole thing. see, i got whatever this is from my brother, but when he had it last week, he did his throwing up in the bathroom upstairs, so my mom heard him and took care of him. i didn't have that luxury, being two floors away. so i suffered by myself. plus, he only threw up like twice the whole time. bastard. i threw up more this morning than i have in like the past 10 years combined. anyway, i've spent the whole day lying in front of a fire, sipping 7-up, trying not to die. it's tough, but i think i'm going to make it. and, silver lining, at least now i should be over this by the time i go out to visit jaya.