If you're gonna spew, spew into this...

So here I am, still in my apartment. "But Killy," you say, "weren't you supposed to go home for Easter?" Why yes. Yes I was. In fact, I packed and gassed up my car and got about twenty miles out of town before I was seized with unbelievable nausea, at which point I called my dad, told him I wasn't going to make it up for Easter, and then promptly turned around. And then I puked just a little bit in a plastic grocery bag on my way back into town. While driving. Now that takes skill!

It's a good thing I keep all those bags in my glove compartment for the drunkards I usually end up hauling around.

I think I need to lie down.