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Stomach started killing me at 2am last night. Couldn't sleep for fear of puking all over my bed so I went to sleep on the floor next to the bathroom. Wake up 7amish after tossing and turning, and figure if it were going to happen it would have happened by now.
Wake up 10:30. Run to the bathroom and violently throw up. Assume I'm puking up is blood. Call work bawling to say I won't be in today because I'm sick. Realize it's not blood, and that stuffed red pepper I ate. Feel like the biggest sook in the world who my manager is judging.
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