Curse the Japanese.
For the invention of delicious sushi (well.. for Dragonball Z and Pokewhatsits too, but that's a rant for another day).
Then for allowing the stuff I ate to have been well colonised by microbial boot-boys.
I have food poisoning.
I'm not going to die, I just want to. And occasionally smell like I've been dead for some time. And buried in pig manure.
I'm not going to go into the gruesome and noisome details because that'd just make me hurl again.
Now I'm going back to bed to sweat some more.
Talk amongst yourselves.