Thanks to everyone who sent thoughts, prayers, teddy bears. (Thank you, Edward, for my bear. He's perfect company, here.) My brother brought me my laptop to keep me occupied while I rehydrate my internal organs.
I'd like to say I was the victim of some horrible poisoning, some evil plot to take my life. But no, this was alllllll me. Uh huh. That snack I had, right before bed? The leftover sushi? That's what got me. One of the worst cases of food poisoning that Dr. Cuddy's seen in a long time. Go me.
Anyway, I'm laid up, in the hospital. Nothing to do. Feel free to say hi, or something.