For the second time while visiting a particular set of friends I have fallen prey to the strange microbes of the foreign country of "Cleve-land".
As a result I spent every half hour between midnight and 6AM involved in a version of bulemia without the guilt.
The term "technicolor yawn" has taken on increased significance because for some reason all of the emissions from my body have taken on a full spectrum of vivid colors--and never the ones you'd quite expect. (I'm only waiting for, say, blue earwax or bioluminescent spittle to appear so that I can complete the set. It's feeling very Harry Potter.)