I apologize. Really. The journal entry I'm about to post is totally gross and completely immature. But I spent the weekend with an explosive case of food poisoning (either that or the gastroenteritis that has apparently been going around), and it was so utterly miserable that only poop jokes got me through it. (Apologies: I spelled "vichyssoise" as "vichysoisse", but Julia Child calls this soup "an American invention" anyway.) Also, I *could* have posted the more autobiographical entry about this weekend, and I restrained myself.