Yesterday, during dinner, between bites of deep fried mac & cheese balls, while talking about personal showering habits, Carla, a first semester UCONN medical student, said, “I’m playing with dead people all day long… I need to shower.”
One day, I hope to legitimately be able say, “I’m playing with dead people all day long.” It’s a life goal of mine, and one that is more easily attainable than, say, piloting a gold-plated, diamond-encrusted, battle-droid, which happens to be somewhat of a less easily attainable life goal (for me anyway).
(As a point of interest, including this “point of interest” and the title, there are 23 commas in this post, but only 6 sentences… sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night, and the coffee, it just ain’t working yet. Maybe it’s time I made the switch to something a bit more potent, like Cocaine.)
DEEP FRIED MAC & CHEESE!?! Were you at Fridays? MMMmmmmm.