Last night I vomited in a taxi cab. Which is apparently against their rules. And since I am clearly a rebel who was obviously trying to break the rules, I got fined quite a large amount of money for my trouble. I was already sick! Rub salt into my wounds, why don't you? It was my own fault though. Mea maxima culpa.

Now I feel uniquely queasy and I get to go teach a bunch of teenagers about hygiene.

Remind me why I drink again?