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Last night about midnight I started to feel sick to my stomach.  I stayed up until about 4am, staving off nausea.  Then, something happened.

We’ve all been there. One of us is still there. That one of us is me.

Middle of a very dark night, I orally left (seemingly) everything I have ever eaten at the bottom of the toilet bowl.  Last night’s dinner, what felt like a flashlight, and I think I even saw my car keys fly by.  It was a technicolor nightmare.

I tell you all of this not just because we’re friends, but because there may be a delay in your PopQuizzical HintCast tomorrow morning.  I know, I know.  Wipe those tears away.  Be brave for both of us.  I’ll see you soon.  I just need some more rest.  And to stop eating my car keys.