Some days slight nausea is the best choice from a menu of worse options.  Today, for example, I prefer it to the Full-Blown Existential Dread.   I pondered the Bang Your Head Against the Wall entree, thought for a moment of asking if I could get it a la carte, but thought better of it.

Slight nausea it is, though I’m wondering idly how much you tip for this sort of thing.