Steve bought me a box of King Vitaman yesterday. An entire box, just for me.

The problem? I will probably have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the king until the box is empty. Yes, I am that in love with King Vitaman.

Wow. My weekends are even more pointless than normal. Oh, but I did manage to explode a tube of Blistex in my pocket a few minutes ago. It’s a mentholy ooze right now, and not a sensation I can really recommend to anyone but the most tingly.