In which I attempt to get drunk on milk

I want to skip class tomorrow, so I'm trying to get a hangover. However, I have to do it in a non-alcoholic fashion. And so, I'm drinking milk.

I'm kidding. If I really wanted a hangover, I'd just go to Happy Harry's and get me some chardonnay or something. I am of legal age and able to drive . . . However, I think the closest Happy Harry's is probably like 2 hours away at least, so that doesn't work well. Yeah -- I've decided that if I ever drink anything alcoholic for any purpose, it will only be wine or champaign. I think it has something to do with the fact that I'm of noble . . . ish . . . (sorta, kinda, maybe) birth -- I AM a descendant of John and Priscilla Alden, after all! For some reason, the notion of drinking beer just doesn't do it for me. Wine and champaign are much more refined.

I was in such a predicament this evening. I was hungry, so I ate some cheese. (Here we go with the wine thing again . . . ) Then I went to HyVee to get some food and by the time I got back to my dorm, I wasn't hungry anymore. BUT, I had gotten a pizza, and having no place to store a pizza, I had to eat it. THEN, I remembered that I didn't have a pizza pan. And I didn't have a pizza cutter. And I didn't have a plate. Oh dear . . . Then I remembered that my freshman year, my (now) sister-in-law gave me a plate, bowl, and silverware, so I was able to pull it off. But still -- it was really quite intense for a minute here . . .

You know, this thing is really much more fun when people comment and I can say stupid things in response. (See yesterday's comments.)
~MK