And the mirth continues.

My colleagues still haven’t stopped laughing at me. I was reminded today that I had in fact produced TWO bags of vomit in the cab; one which I carted merrily home and another which had to be tied up and disposed of very carefully by Sabrina, to whom I am now dearly indebted. And apparently there are pictures. Man, do I hate technology now. The one I’ve seen so far is of a girl standing over my slumped-on-coffeeshop-table-self looking mightily happy, as if I was a deer she’d just shot. Don’t worry, there will be no posting of that shot here, ever.