Ain't That a Kick in the Head

I fell down the stairs again, and I am using that as my reasoning for my headache, which is my reasoning for not medicating. I hate medicine. But... liqui-gels are awesome.

Anyway.

Crap.

I forgot what I was going to say.
But... nothing says "homesick" like missing a town like Lawson, and nothing says home like being able to pour yourself a tall glass of ice cold milk whenever you want, even after eight P.M., then take it back to your room instead of having to stay there, in a completely different building, to drink it at a sticky table.

Not that that's the one big problem I have with dining halls... pssh. That would be childish.