I fail at being embodied.

Was miserably ill Friday. Couldn't keep water or medication down for most of the day. On the advice of the overnight person at a nearby urgent care, I went to the ER around 22:30 for intraveinous fluids (this is the desert; dehydration kills) and an injectable anti-nausea medication. Was out by 02:00, feeling much better.

Spent Saturday and Sunday thinking that I was recovering. After all, I made it back to solid foods.

Early Monday morning... Evidence says no.

Back to feeling miserable.

Please send kittens.

Truth is stranger than fiction...

Learn to smell underwater with the star-nosed mole.

This is why I love the natural sciences.