Nick ended up having a stomach virus, he got sick again Wednesday morning whilst trying to drive to work, so he called out. He felt better by Thursday, though, which was good. Went to dinner with Mom and Tony up in Gettysburg. Good as always. That evening, we went to The Wind-up. Was surprised that it wasn't more crowded. Thought Nick would be off, but he said he was going in Friday for a little bit atleast, since he had to pick up his check anyways. I took his suit coat to the cleaners for him, and we were going to meet up for lunch. When we did, he said that he'd already punched out for the day, since there was nothing going on at work, so we decided to go to Hampden for him to get film for his camera, then to Fells for fish and chips at Slainte. We had reservations for Abacrombie with his parents and his brother and Barrett for dinner, but while we were at Slainte, we learned that his parents and Sam were now struck down with the stomach virus. So dinner with them was out, but we ended up going to Rocket and meeting Christina and Cyntia, then over to The Wind-up, where Rob already was with his brother who was home for Thanksgiving. Lori came a while later, too. It was good to get to sleep in on Saturday. We went to Five Guys for lunch, before heading to his parents' to see how they were doing. Then we went to Best Buy and Wegman's, then to dinner at Crush, a new restaurant in Belvedere Square. The food was delicious, however, immediately after we were done eating, I started not feeling so great. I thought at first it was just the normal stuffed feeling, but then it hit me. I had to run in another restaurant on the way to the car to use the bathroom, and, well, suffice to say, it was not a fun evening. This is because we kept talking about how everyone except me had gotten the stomach virus. I went to bed, and slept throught the night, felt fine in the morning. I thought that would be the extent of it. Nick stayed at the house, which I wasn't expecting, but was very glad. Went to Chris' parents' on Sunday. Started to feel sick in the fourth quarter, and by the time we were driving home, felt horrible. Nick left when we got back, I went to bed, then I REALLY got sick. Throwing up, the runs, and these horrible fucking stomach spasms, excruciating pains. That was the worst part. Still felt like shit for most of yesterday, so I called out. Was able to get some soup and Gatorade down, though. Sorry I mised going to Club Charles last night, but Nick said not to worry about that, he'd rather have me healthy for tonight. Mom had her other hand surgery yesterday. Appearently this one was worse off than the first one, must have been overcompensating and that. Also, some fucker hit and run her new car parked in front of the house on Sunday--- can you believe that shit? I really hope when she goes back to the doctor's they can do something for her knees and weight and all. I will be glad to see Nick later.