I got sick, then I got sicker

OK, let's get this straight: The first time in, I don't know, 11 years that I haven't had a sip of alcohol on New Year's Eve, not even a champagne toast, I spend January 2 violently ill. Oh, it is so bad. Just like this time last year. Before then, I hadn't been sick like that since I was like 9. Why two in a row? Why why? I hate it. Hate it hate it hate it.

I've actually and honestly reached the point of trying to figure out what best way to will myself dead without leaving too much of a mess for Dollo (how great a movie would my life be? My internal monologue is pure entertainment), so hopefully sweet relief is on its way. At least, that's the way it went last time. I am going to go will myself better for a while. Root for me, won't you?