I’m home today. Sick. And it’s our company Christmas party. I’m not so cool. :[ I think I may have eaten rank seafood at some restaurant last night. I met my friend Soung for a drink or two and we ordered all these tapas. One of the dishes were fried mussels and after eating 3 of them, I began to wonder what it was about them that tasted odd. Soung asked me if they tasted odd, finally. They smelled like wet dog, they tasted like what I imagine the sludge on the bottom of the bay to taste (and not in that good mussel way). So I’m throwing up. It’s ugly. And now I’m hungry but afraid to eat. Tea it is. :] I hate the guilt associated with a sick day.