Rather unpleasant. Delirium. Headaches. The staggers. The sweats. Chills. Aching body. Thoughts of suicide. Depression. Weakness. The bathroom. You never want to eat food again. You get the picture.
So this is what dying feels like. Happy new year, again.
You begin to come out of it by the afternoon and are coherent enough to make a phone call. You look for your cell phone, which is unfindable. Well, shit.
You go back to bed.
You watch John Dies at the End at home by yourself. It's hilarious, hallucinogenic, splatter-y, visual, smart, good-looking. It makes you feel better.