Saturday went pretty normally for me. But then came along Sunday, where my long-time-no-experienced friend, "Tummy bug", came to pay a nice visit.
He's quite an interesting character; together we perform tricks of rarity that involve flooding a washbasin with semi-digested food, before proceeding to flush away the solid remains elsewhere. Of course, all of this is at the expense of the pain, tiredness, and dizziness that a singular individual experiences: me. Who still, (of course) feels like puking at any given moment.
Not a very good state to be in, especially when I've got so much work piling up that it's not even funny anymore.