I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with food poisoning, but let me tell you, it's a good time. I woke up Saturday morning around 5am and felt the urge, the incredible urge. I wasted no time with meaningless articles of clothes and ran stark naked through the house to evacuate all evil-doers from my body. If you've never felt the urge to vomit and shit at the same time, I suggest you go out, eat some spoiled meat and enjoy the ride. If you have, I'm curious to know what expulsion you chose first?

I managed to get my act together well enough to make it to the gallery party in downtown Jeju. There was no art to my disappointment, but plenty of weirdos to ogle. I still felt like I'd been round-housed with a steel-toed boot, but I'm a trooper and chug-a-lugged on till the raffle, which I didn't win. The next morning I awoke to find snow falling flurry-like all over the city. I was like a wide-eyed child who'd never seen snow before, well, I guess I WAS that exactly. My stomach felt like a weight had been lifted so I went out to get some food that was guaranteed to make me feel good... a cheeseburger.