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Valentine's Day was lovely, but the day after was not. I woke up feeling a bit off, and by the time I got to work my innards were in full revolt. I ended up leaving at noon, and getting sick at the Monroe blue line station. Ugh. Came home, called Mom, felt horrible. She brought Gatorade, which I am only now capable of keeping down. But I've had three grapes! THREE!

...I just wish I could fall back asleep until this goes away.