I swear I didn't drink too much and suspect food poisoning or some bug, but I spent much of the night projectile vomiting into the bathroom porcelain. Maybe it was some kind of psychosomatic response to the end of the Bush administration - but the bottom line is that I'm useless and can barely move. Patrick is going to fill in until I can function. Apologies. And, yes, I was at Hitch's last night but I swear I didn't overdo it.