Well, I was sick again this morning. See, after I got over all that shit last week, Mallory got sick with something else entirely (vomiting and diarrhea, mostly), then passed it on to my mom, who passed it on to Mason, who apparently passed it on to me.
Anyway, around 8 AM this morning, after my stomach feeling weird all night, I finally decided to just puke and get it over with. I went to the bathroom, sat in the floor and got into position, and waited. It didn't take long before three huge brown gushes of Philly Cheese Steak pizza from the night before came up. Oh, and remember the aforementioned diarrhea? Yeah, I learned something today. Apparently, when you vomit, you lose control of your bowels for a split-second.
Anyway, after I finished puking, I was really tired, so I got in the bed and tried to sleep. A little while later, while I was nearly asleep, my mom came in my room for something and woke me up, which was apparently a good thing, because I don't think I would've remembered my weird dream if I hadn't woken up. Since I was only half-asleep, it was a short one, but a weird one nonetheless.
In the dream, I was watching The Price is Right, which is weird enough in itself, but that's not the point. The point is that in my dream version of TPiR, all of the contestants were babies. As in infants. And then I woke up.
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