Saturday, December 2nd was the night I almost died.  Well, I suppose I wasn’t anywhere near death, but it sure as hell felt like it.  I was puking (and the other action) all night.  Any liquid or anything consumed was violently expelled half an hour later.  There was one thing I realized in my night of agony, however.  It is amazing how delicious water is when it is condemned.  Must be why alcohol is so good…