I hope I survive.

It is day three of this new work atmosphere.  Not only have some of my favorite friends and coworkers gone to Europe for the month but I have also moved desks to the quieter and less eventful eleventh floor.  Not to knock Floor 11 - there are many perks and pros but all of this is taking some getting used to.  I have already looked into flights to meet them in Paris countless times (which is where they will be during my birthday later this month) and sent numerous emails.  One of which included this very necessary and concerning life update.

Yesterday for lunch I had one of those packaged tuna pouches.  Today, as I opened another pouch and began ingesting it I remembered that last night I ate a spicy crunchy tuna sushi roll. As I continued eating today's tuna I began to panic slightly that this high level of tuna consumption in the last 24 hrs. might cause me to get mercury poisoning. I realize that at this point most people might have disposed of their tuna package. But I was hungry.

So I completed today's tuna and then dealt with the issue. I Googled "how much tuna is too much" and discovered that if i continue this pattern for a week or so I might be horribly ill at the very least.  But I think if I break the cycle I should be ok. Tonight I'm going to my parents house to ride my horses, however, and Phyllis (my mom, but I prefer to refer to her by her proper and more humorous name) always leaves me some dinner.  She frequently makes salmon and I fear that this may be the case tonight.  And that this might push my health over the edge.  Just refuse it, you say?  That cannot be done.  No one refuses Phyllis' cooking.  That would not go over well.

So I hope that I survive this.  Because if anything goes wrong I'm not sure anyone will notice down here on floor 11.