Who knew that pooping your brains out, could make you so pooped. I went home sick from work the other day with some kind of stomach bug, not to be confused with my sister's attack of the killer dysentery tomato story. I look and feel like I've had a round of chemo. A friend of mine is home on leave from the Army and we're suppossed to hang out. I look like death warmed over. OK, maybe I wasn't as sick as this fugly dog, but I was miserable.