Seems the icky is spreading. And intensifying. Since I'm often queasy, I'm pretty sure it's not my fault that both UPB and Plinko are ill. In fact, I'm waiting to be actually ill instead of just feeling like I'm going to be. It seems inevitable. Unfortunately, tomorrow is my first big meeting with the big boss that has anything to do with my new job, and I'd rather not miss that. Or piss her off by having to reschedule. So here I go, off to the salt mines. Maybe I'll skip breakfast just in case...