Festina Lente

I got the worst bout of food poisoning I’ve ever had in my entire life on Saturday night. I think the guilt lies with a plate of ceviche I ate earlier on Saturday.  The last time I was this sick was a night after a sell dinner at my old job, after an exquisite meal of escargot and stuffed quail at a fancy French place in DC. This time, however, I felt more crappy overall, but less guilty because I was only puking up $1 worth of food instead of $100. I don’t want to get into too many details, but it was a night of non-stop pain, no sleep, and I averaged six pukes an hour for about seven hours.
I’m much better now, whatever it was is finally out of my system. I learned my lesson. At least until the next time I’m craving ceviche.