Actually, that may be more true than I would like to admit. The fudgisode happened in the wee hours of the morning after a night of pretty heavy drinking and spicy appetizers, for a work party. In fact, I assumed it was just late-night overindulgence syndrome, until I woke up with a fever.
But now I think it was a combo. My kids and wife have all had it now, and it was decidedly less fudgetastic than my experience, so I think the drinkin' caused my troubles. I have decided I'm getting too old for that shit.