It's a Christmas wish come true! 8:35pm = vomit! I never thought I could be so happy about barf.
Even though it's possible the aforementioned event was a product of my will, I think it might have been genuine because I didn't even make it to the toilet. We had just got home from dinner, I walked in the door and before I could even take my coat off I was throwing up in my gloves.
Ha ha ha! Thanks Santa!