One of my co-workers has been sick since Saturday morning (v* and n*). She's not pregnant and I decided it couldn't be a virus because she v* on both Saturday and Sunday with 8-12 hour breaks in between episodes of nastiness.


Anyway, I went with her Sunday night to get dinner because she was hungry and I didn't freak when she handed me my bag of french fries even though her hand touched them. I ate them anyway (I was starving).


I hope I won't regret that in the next 24-48 hours, but for me it was a triumph of sorts. Normally I would have refused to eat them and made up some lame excuse as to why I wouldn't.