I just read a blog post from a friend of mine studying in Dublin over the summer. In it he admits to having drank a bottle of Captain Morgan in one night. Well, Jon, I just ate a carton of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. While there are distinct differences between ice cream and rum consumption, the level of intoxication, for instance, there are also notable similarities, the amount of sugar ingested, perhaps. Also, his liver probably hates him right now, and my liver function is also somewhat spotty. But most importantly, in neither instance was moderation a factor. So Jon, I raise my empty, sticky ice cream carton in your honor. Please come back to BU alive.
In other news, the adventures of Me continue. And today's adventure is definitely one for the books. I got pooped on. Right smack in the middle of the crown of my scalp. I was just sitting outside, minding my own business when I felt something hit my head. I thought it was a bug or a leaf so I reached back to brush it off. But mostly I succeeded in transferring the little turd to my hand. Rest assured, I hurried back inside to wash my hands. But there is a redeeming factor in this usually unfortunate situation: Since I have no hair, washing my head was super easy. A quick pass of the head under the faucet's very hot water and I was back to clean and normal. There were also some soap suds involved, but again, nothing too difficult. There would have been much more swearing and consternation on my part if I did, indeed, have hair, but I was glad, just this once, that I don't.
Otherwise, I am trying to write a paper I was supposed to have written seven months ago. The going is slow, but the going is going. So hopefully I'll get an A... I mean, come on, I've got cancer! Haha, no, I wouldn't pull the Card for a grade. Financial Aid, yes, but they are having none of it. So, back to work I go. Woo. Alrighty, peace.