Ah, Thanksgiving. A wonderful time of family and merriment and delicious foodstuffs. I had a grand old time during the day.
BUT, then the middle of the night happened. I woke up feeling a little bit... 'off.' I had only been asleep for an hour or two at that point, so I was rather confused as to why I had awoken. I figured that this 'off' feeling must be a warning for me to get my butt out of bed, so I went upstairs with a blanket and pillow and laid on the bathroom floor for about half an hour or so, waiting for the feeling to go away. Aaaand then I very suddenly puked my sad little guts out. I'm pretty sure the inner lining of my esophagus came up with it. Fun stuff. I haven't been in that amount of pain for a looooong time.
I probably horrified my poor, sweet, little mother. X'D No parent should ever receive a text at two o'clock in the morning saying, "Hey, are you awake? I'm kind of sick." BLARHGBLARHLHGBLFDGHL
All is well now, though, except for the fact that it kinda hurts to swallow. Whatever it was that ailed me was short-lived. I also slept remarkably well after that little misadventure, thanks to my mom. I'm going to lay low for the rest of the day, though. Maybe I'll actually do some homework.
I hope everybody had a fantastic Thanksgiving! Don't get trampled today or anything. I hear that happens on Black Friday sometimes.