BLERGH.

So tonight, while all my friends are all out at a cigar bar drinking whiskey and smoking - (Yes, almost all my friends are bros. We have Barney Stintsons.) - I am laying at home in bed, being sick. Sick sick sickity sick. I've been sick for three days. Bryan drove me to the walk-in clinic yesterday and took me to the pharmacy to pick up my prescriptions afterwards and now I've been holed up in my room waiting for the nausea to subside (it has) the fever to go away (it also has) and for that unfortunate gurgling in my intestines to halt (it hasn't).