BLaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...

Last night I was having trouble going to sleep, and poor Maria comes out of her room to worship the porcelain god. Other members of the family report symptoms. I go to work. I find that suddenly I have the runs, and a tightness building in my gut.

End up going home early, feeling worse as time goes on. I haven't quite gotten to the porcelain god stage, but boy do I feel like crap.