Damn, Teddy, I go away for a weekend and you go and watch a Toshiro Mifune movie, drink saki, sing karaoke off-key (as if there's any other way to do it), get a headache, belch, pass gas, scratch yourself, go flirt with young ER and CCU nurses, take two aspirin, and try and leave us with the bar tab. What's up with that? Although if I lived in a place like Louisiana and was surounded by nothing but wannabe Francophiles and ex-Marine special forces supply sergeants and underground messkit repair specialists (
), I'd probably be pretty morose, too.
On a serious note, you've gotta quit believing you're really a walrus and change your diet - obviously eating all those BP certified safe shrimp, crabs, tube worms, soft corals, tunicates, sea cucumbers, and non-bearded clams aren't good for you.
I'm glad you're OK - now, back to work.
Richard
PS - Take care, ya ol' walrus!