And if anybody can explain the wacky weird dream of Eminem trying to become the next Weird Al Yankovic with rap standing in for the accordion, I'm up for speculation. I also had an unaired pre-NCIS Tony DiNozzo as Baltimore cop adventure mixed in the dreamscape too with film actor Donald Pleasaunce as the villain of the piece. My brain was finding that there was nothing left in the stomach or anywhere else to draw on so it was earnestly seeking stored glucose elsewhere to burn to keep going.

All I've held down so far are applesauce, tortilla chips, and orange slices.