Well that sucked.
Last night I am on duty ever, when I am planning on going to bed early for once, and I get a call that there is puke on the second floor. Guess who got to clean it up? That's right, me. At least it wasn't as bad as when I had to clean up shit and then got a migraine. At least I am now done with all that, and I can sleep Sat. night, since I am fairly keyed up right now. What a lovely going away gift. Thanks ever so much world.