If I get better by Saturday, I'm going to buy myself a big fat steak, with hella mashed potatoes and sour cream. No more of this BRAT diet. As in: Banana, Rice, Apple sauce and Toast diet. Well, at least you're not puking every 2 hours, says my stomach. This is how I know that the brain really is the organ secreting hunger thoughts. My stomach can't take it, but sitting in front of the TV the last 3 days, I've been watching all these Arby's, McDonald's and other food commercials- food I would otherwise not eat on a regular basis anyway, I just wanted to devour all that junk food off of the tv. Except I know, I'll be throwing up in a couple of hours subsequently.
My stomach has every incentive now to get better. I mean, come on, Morton's? Harry's? Who couldn't get better for big juicy steak?

Oh right, there's the Mad Cow.

Bahh.. can't win.