I'd like to go into work, for purely egotistical reasons, but I'm dry heaving at this point. I feel like there's something in my chest, a la Alien, ready to burst out. I wish I'd just throw it up already.
And for the record, I did not drink a gallon of orange juice. I had two glasses of milk, one beer, two Grape sodas, a hot dog, a crapload of Doritos and crepes all day yesterday.