A week or so ago, I sat in class, feeling vaguely like I was going to puke. Trying to ignore the feeling and resume watching the movie in class, I also ignored that it got worse. When I finally couldn't hold it any longer, I ran out of the classroom, towards the toilets. Surprise, surprise, halfway there all the milk I drank for breakfast and quite a lot of other stuff forces it's way out my throat and onto the floor. Feeling more coming, I make a run for the toilets again. Right before the door to the toilets, the rest of it comes out, though minimal liquid this time, the rest being delicious brown...I don't know. Did I mention it's a busy hallway and it was at almost the end of the class that made the run for it? Fuuuun...