Emetos

…of Munters Blinding Cider and, following a prolonged supplication at the white porcelain altar of the purging god Emetos, fell into my bed. My repose was disturbed, for all night long the gales howled and the storm imps rattled my windows, and the rain drummed and formed an ill-timed and worse-tempered counterpoint to the twanging blood-wires in my skull. At some point in the middle of that dreadful night, I…