I had pineapple bubble tea with pearls. And I've been feeling slightly ooky ever since. Could be that, or the weird combination of foods I've ingested since then, or the ancient remnents from my parents' liquor museum. ("You don't want WINE with dinner?", says my mom? "No, I'm trying to drink up the dribs and drabs", says I as go to the garage in search of the cheap Scotch. Why waste the good stuff when you can drink dreck?) Now I'm at home drinking an airline bottle of Newfoundland Screech with really flat Pepsi. It's ooky.