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you know what sucks? the stomach flu, that's what. i now speak from first hand knowledge as i was inflicted with this atrocity on monday and tuesday this week. at first i just thought my stomach was upset due to the fact that my worst nightmare was/is about to come to fruition in the form of even more peyton manning commercials after the colts won the super bowl sunday night. here's the written proof. congrats to justin for his teams defeat of the bears, although the bears only had 10 men on the field on offense(rex grossman was obviously playing for the colts, i can't believe he didn't win the mvp award). surprisingly, this wasn't the cause. about 3:00am monday morning i awoke with the INTENSE need to use the restroom. after 3 more of these trips within the next hour, i knew it was going to be a long night. here's the stats for the 36 hour period: 6 trip to the can to toss cookies/hurl/puke(twice had to use the bathtub b/c the explosiveness of said upchuck was way too strong for a common commode), too many trips to the potty to count for other intestinal pyrotechnics, no food, 2 quarts of gatorade, 1 pitcher of fruit punch kool aid, and a roll of toilet paper. hey, most of us are adults here, i'm not going to mince words about this ugly time in my life. :) you are all welcome for my generous sharing in this post. thank goodness it's all over...