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I guess I picked up a violent stomach bug at the porta potty on Saturday. I enjoyed the wedding Sunday, it was really beautiful, but by the time I got home I was super ill. I was up all night with stuff fleeing my body from both ends--sorry to be so graphic, but imagine how I feel! I ama little better this evening, but I'm still really dizzy and sweaty. This is sort of like the cruise ship sickness that plagued Gulf Wars a couple of years ago. I want to die.