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04/15/2004: "Year of the Vomit"

I have declared 2004 The Year of the Vomit. Not that I have participated in any such activity; but I am hearing about it early and often, and with a strange degree of vigor and enthusiasm in the description. Maybe I'm strange, but I really don't like to vomit very much. But practically every day, it seems, I am told, cases of the pukes are passed around families until everyone has shared to the point of exhaustion. Even the puke-talk makes me a little queasy, but the most sensitive soul is hardened by repeated exposure, and it's gotten to be part of the everyday chit-chat. To conclude with a proverbial truth: That which one is incapable of digesting, one must surely vomit.