Bacon = Joy

I can't remember which weekend it was...but I remember being hung over. I remember having more than the usual number of people crashed in our living room (maybe Max and Erin? Maybe?). I remember everything being very icky and unpleasant, as it always is when I am hung over (I really don't deal with it well...stupid alcohol dehydrogenase/aldehyde dehydrogenase enzymes...)anyways, it wasn't fun. I don't remember what exatly I was drinking the night before (probably lots of beer), and I don't remember who it was who brought me my bacon (probably Jon...he's so great). What I do remember is how much better the day was once I'd ingested about a half a pound of the stuff though. There's something about salt and grease that just does it for me when I'm feeling icky. It's a good thing bacon is so (relatively) expensive, or I'd be decidedly overweight.

Anyways, I am awaiting the arrival of a bacon sandwich right now, which is why that thought occurred to me.

I apologize for lack of activity on this blog of late...school is rapidly accelerating towards the brick wall of final exams, and I'm desperately trying to study so that I can find the freaking seatbelt and deploy the airbags in time. Things can go two ways from here: either I can not post at all until after December 22 (the day of my last final), or I can post more and more frequently as that date approaches (procrastination...what can I say? It's my fate). I suppose there's a middle ground if I actually manage to live a balanced life until then...but I'm not holding my breath.