We came home rather late from Heather and Denny's. I had been feeling rather queasy but nothing much worse than that. I went to bed and found out that the 'much worse' had been lying in wait. I lost what felt like the entire contents of my innards last night, and when I fell out of bed this morning the scale read nearly 7 pounds lighter than when I had gone to bed. Stomach flu is not my favorite way to lose weight.
Given that I've barely got enough energy to make it from the bedroom to the couch in the living room, there's no point whatsoever in trying to go into school. Cat went out this morning and got me 7-up and lime jello, so for the rest of today my agenda consists of waiting for the misery to end.