We had a potluck Christmas party at my job and all the home cooked stuff was very very good. I stuffed myself silly and I don’t think I even got to everything. I barely got to eat any desserts too out of what must’ve been at least half a dozen pies and cakes. Between that and not getting much sleep the previous night I was falling asleep before my Japanese class and on the subway back home. Yet, somehow I decided eating that ice cream might be a good thing. I don’t suspect it’ll be fatal, but it really wasn’t such a great idea. Oog.