Thursday, April 15, 2004

I could not speak with you yesterday, gentle reader, because a woman far wilier and infinitely fouler than Muse detained me. I’ve been tossing my cookies and paying homage to the Porcelain Goddess for the past few days, and it’s an experience I don’t want to repeat soon.

Before I get too chipper, let me tell you I’ve a great little anecdote involving oregano and an alleyway, but I’ll save that for another day. For now, allow me to stew in this nasty stomach virus. Do you want to know what else is nasty? I went to Steak n’ Shake for a company outing today and beheld an utterly horrifying new word: fudgify or, should you wish to see it in noun form, fudgification. The scatological opportunities are nearly endless. I’m just glad they didn’t fudgify–or urinatify–into my vanilla shake.