I woke up at 7:30 am, and decided to go to the gym. I'd come back by 9 and get Theresa up, and I'd get that working-out thing out of the way for the day. That went pretty well, as did getting Theresa up, getting showered, getting to school on time. Hell, I had 10 minutes to kill. This was good, as I was hungry as only inserting a workout into your schedule were there isn't normally one can make you.

So I dropped into the Supe Store to buy a snack. I grabbed some pork rinds (mmmm, nummy fat!) and started munching them on the way to class (you can have drinks, but no food!).

Luisianna Hot Sauce Pork Rinds.

Now, about half-way through these, I knew I'd made a mistake, but I was hungry and there wasn't any time left to go back, and class was about to start, right?

Right?

So, I did the only thing I could do, I finnished the bag. Can't waste food, now can you?

I spent the first 20 minutes of Italian wide awake, my teacher even asked if I was sick or something. Whoo.

Theresa had also just gotten done chiding me for constantly hurting myself (I burned my arm with boiling butter last night), and then this happens.