Warning: This entry contains virtually no travel stories and involves situations some may find mildly offensive.

For a moment I thought I'd been drugged. I had a headache you wouldn't believe, my heart was pounding, I kept vomiting till three in the afternoon and my hands wouldn't stop shaking.

"The time I drank like half a liter of vodka."
See, I don't usually get hangovers. Or at worst they're quite mild. Even the time I drank like half a liter of vodka in high school, I was more or less OK the next day. (Mom, Dad... we can talk more about this later.) My point being this was far, far worse than any hangover I'd ever had.

I hadn't really had that much to drink. A couple of glasses of wine with dinner, then two mixed drinks at some clubs I went to with someone I met here. That's why upon waking up to misery I briefly thought somebody had put something in my drink. I only vaguely remembered leaving the last club, and what I did recall was that I was quite sloppy. Cursing myself for not being more vigilant and taking too much money with me, I dragged my sorry self to my pants and discovered all my 250 pesos were still there. Plus, the potential suspect seemed quite honest, so I ruled out a drugging.

"It began to dawn on me what had happened."
I was about to conclude that the only remaining possibility was some kind of acute terminal disease that would surely kill me by the end of the day. But then it began to dawn on me what had happened.

First and most critical: I hadn't eaten all day. I just forget to eat sometimes.

Second: I had drunk very little water that day. Already dehydrated before consuming drop one of alcohol.

Third: Ya know the thing about "Beer then liquor, never sicker?" It applies to wine then liquor, too. (I once couldn't stop laughing when someone told me there's one more of these: "Saki then Saki, never sicker." You had to be there.)

"Hope you can hold out till I get to Africa."
So enough drunk stories. This is the best I can do for adventure tales while I'm basically sitting on my butt. Hope you can hold out till I get to Africa.

Still no money back in my bank account regarding the mistaken ATM transactions totaling $600. Now I have both my bank and the bank here saying it's the other's fault. I'm going to give it another few days to see if it comes through. Someone said it takes credits far longer to go through the system than deductions (typical, eh?). So I'll wait till the end of the week before getting really upset.

"I'm still somewhat optimistic."
There's always the formal complaint I can file with my bank that will almost definitely get my money back, but I'm still somewhat optimistic it'll all come through eventually. The bank here says everything's been credited back and should be in my account. Maybe in a few more days.