Barf Brain

Yesterday at lunch, my boss told us a story about how his son called him a "Barf Brain".

Last night around 6:30 my stomach was killing me. by 10:30 I was "evacuating" which continued throughout the night. It had to be food poisoning. Any of you lucky enough to have never had it should count your blessings. Can't sleep, can't get comfortable, barf barf barf - ACCKKKK.

Although, re-reading that kind of sums up my life all the time, doesn't it?