Food and I have just not been getting along lately. I go to restaurants. I order food. I look at it. I have a few cat moments of batting it around the plate. I eat approximately 1/10 of it. I suddenly feel full. I abort the whole eating concept. Maybe I'm getting sick.We went out for seafood for dinner tonight and that, I must say, was a Bad Idea(tm). I had a small bit of shrimp and oysters. And now I wish I could go back in time and return that food to get it out of my stomach. Ugh. I did eat one lonely hush puppy too. Another stupid idea. Bossman: “Did you know Frank had never heard of hush puppies?” Russ: “What, did he grow up in a cave?” Dan: “Up north.” All: “Ah, same thing.” I'm not sure who's brilliant idea it was to take fried corn meal and dip it in butter. I can't believe I ate the whole thing.