I'm not hot shit in a wineglass, more curried goat in a paper cup

Yesterday, in honor of the Ogre's departure, there was cake at work. I can't eat much cake, I did have a couple of bites, but then he brought me the black bow-tie that had been on the top of it. It was about the size of a real bow-tie, made of black fondant. And I ate it. All of it. I took hours to do it, and still didn't feel very well, but, you know, he had given it to me, so I ate it. I ended up with a black tongue. When I flossed my teeth last night I turned the floss baby blue.

Now, I'm not going to take a picture of today's results, but if you've got a brain like a five-year-old, as I have, and would like to know the results the next day after eating a whole black fondant bow-tie, I will tell you ( under the cut. )