I randomly puked after a philly cheese steak. But I think the only food poisoning I had was when I lied and told my mom that I had had food poisoning when I really had alcohol poisoning.

Good times, good times.

Ah, drinking. Actually, a friend of mine recently had some stomach bug/food poisoning thing that she thought was from drinking/pizza at 4 am, until she talked to the people she had spent the previous day with, and they were all puking that night. Crazy.

Do I get the horns and hooves too?

I don't have any scientific basis for my believing that the intolerance is related to the milk's fat content; but I can report that in my childhood, I had some kind of ailment where 1 of every 10 or so times after ice cream, there was barfiness. So, milk has never been my bestest friend, but skim milk keeps its elbows to itself on the bus, and does not put gummi bears in my hair.

Do I get the horns and hooves too?

I'm feeling generous, they're all yours. We'll split the meat and leather once the milking's done.

I don't have any scientific basis, either, just observation of what I can seem to consume and what I can't.

I don't have any scientific basis for my believing that the intolerance is related to the milk's fat content; but I can report that in my childhood, I had some kind of ailment where 1 of every 10 or so times after ice cream, there was barfiness. So, milk has never been my bestest friend, but skim milk keeps its elbows to itself on the bus, and does not put gummi bears in my hair.

If that's the case, then it's probably the milkfat, and not the lactose, that you're reacting to.

I think everyone here's heard my honeymoon salmonella story a million times already. (And it's odd how topics tend to recur in totally unrelated places on the internet in short time periods.)

I have taken care of the letters I needed to. I got a call from someone I have been trying to reach for MONTHS, only to have them cut the conversation short and promise to get back to me in 10-15 mninutes. hmmmm.

now 9 pages of database updates. I need music.

I took Prof. B's first banking law class

I took that class last semester. I actually enjoyed it, but I don't think it's my strong point. She was always telling us that knowing a little of that stuff would help in the job search. It's good to know that is true.

I have a weird intolerance for some ingredient of pepperoni. Even in tiny bits on pizza it makes me queasy, and I've barfed up every slice I've ever eaten that had the full round slices. It's not the salt or mustard seed, and I don't think it can be the anise (absinthe doesn't affect my stomach, anyway), so maybe fennel? Though I have no guarrantee that chain pizza places actually use traditional ingredients....

Boss recently reformatted one of our work machines and put a new image on it. He fired off a process and went back to his desk. And then the machine began to speak. Loudly. A stilted, electronic chatter about the process it was now running, a process which often runs for hours.

My coworker and I turned as one and stared at the computer in horror. As he fled the office in a display of cowardice disguised as "going to the printer," I lunged for the keyboard, hovering over it like a vulture, awaiting a tiny five-second window between one process and the next, because killing the job would've been more trouble than a demonic voice from the pit of voles rattling the speaker.

My window finally appeared and I went for the control panel, and when I clicked on the alert volume, the sound of a chainsaw roared out of the speaker. It roared again when I shoved the main volume down as far as it would go.

Coworker poked his head in our office doorway. "Did you get it?"

Finally done speaking with Apple tech support in India, Boss wandered around the corner. "Oh, good. It's still going."

I glared. "The default settings have the talking alerts enabled."

Boss just grinned. "Oops?"

"Oops! I just decapitated you with a rusty metal ruler. Sorry!"

Shoulda left that thing playing, for another 2-3 minutes, after tying your boss down to a chair and duct-taping his mouth shut.