Be afraid, be very afraid. I have been to purgatory and back. No it wasn’t the flu, it was worse, it was a stomach virus! *gasps* Oh the horror, the horror, the calamity! Not only did I feel like Linda Blair from “The Exorcist” movie for 2 days, I developed a fever too. I did manage to spread the sickness to a co-worker and the big boss. Sucks to be me. Luckily, there was someone (aka Mr. UPS) to bring me chicken soup, juice, Tylenol and flowers to make me feel better! My weekend was great. I headed to Peter’s in Fell’s Point for some seriously good grub and beer. Then we ventured to 723 for the 25 cent beers and to meet with my friend Heather and her husband. On Saturday, I infiltrated a dog walker’s party. I have no dogs, but my cats think they are puppies, so I blended in. I drank some spunk beer, but after I ate some food and drank the good stuff (aka Jack Daniels), I was feeling fine. On Sunday, I watched the Emmys and cheered for my girl Sela Ward and my show the Sopranos. I stuffed myself with chinese food and painted the toenails. It was a good night.