This morning, a Zed TV horoscope mysteriously apeared in my inbox. It said:

Cancer: (June 22-July 22)
This week you must decide between remaining constant and safe or throwing caution and possibly vomit to the wind. Either way it never hurts to have Wet-Wipes on hand.

I take this as a premonition that this coming saturday, at my party (that you and the whole internet is invited to, by the way) there will likely be a short interlude of boozing it up, followed by the ever pleasant barfing out of my brains.

I can’t wait.