Last night I couldn't sleep because I was sick so I went down to the Kum&Go (seriously guys that's what the place is called for realz) and bought a pretty white trash meal of microwaveable burrito and chili cheese fritos. I then returned to the dorms where I enjoyed both items late at night after losing a shirt and gaining a beer.

A guy who lives down the hall from me came up to me and, basically assuming I was high, started talking to me about drugs and how they make you better when you are sick. He was of course talking not about prescriptions but about the myriad of illegal and controlled substances flowing through his veins at the moment. He then sneezed on his arm and wiped it on his face while commending me on my patience in buying a product that required microwaving.

Afterward he wandered downstairs to find a friend and reappeared shortly thereafter to go back to his room where I assume he passed out.


There really isn't a point to that story.