Okay, so I did not die. It wasn't because I wasn't sick enough to die, it was more like one of those near death experiences when you get a second chance on life and you decide to be a better person and live a better life blah blah blah. Except for the whole be a better person and live a better life part. It was either a simple case of food poisoning from eating green fuzzy stuff out of the refrigerator or it was an assassination attempt by ninjas from the planet Prozac 4. Could be either one.