On the bad side, our newfound free time has now been spent for the past 48 ours or so alternating unnatural bodily fluxes. Even the humor is wearing a little thin. In fact, all of my humors are, I think, dribbling out my ear.
On the other hand--I suppose I've kicked off my holiday diet with a 48 hour gatorade-and-crackers-fest. And as the last semester was full of mild depressive features (though otherwise quite uneventful), I suppose a purge might be good for me.
By the way, Red Jello, under certain circumstances, can be the food of the gods.