One day almost a month ago, I woke up with a hangover. It happens. But this time was different. Way different. All I could think about was orange juice. Like one of those vampires who wakes up with blood lust from a millennia of dead person sleep, and I was all, "Orange Juice, Yummy." Then I was all, "I hate Orange Juice, Gross." But then I was in the car on magnetically on my way to the McDonalds to grab a drink of something I don't like. Aaaaaaaand. It was just the best thing I ever tasted.

Here I am a month later, the only thing in my fridge at the moment are three different versions of orange juice containers. I have a half gallon container, 8 little to-go Orange Juiceees, and some uber spiritual organic orange juice. I will wake up in the middle of the night on my way to the kitchen to pour myself a glass. In addition, for weeks, I've been taking coffee breaks with people from work and spending 4.00 on Starbucks orange juice instead of the once popular White Mocha. People are all, "why, are you spending 4.00 on OJ", and I'm all, "I'm spending 4.00 on Something in this place, and Orange Juice isa isa sooooo Yummy."  Additionally, I've decided that the tapeworm can not be allowed to get scurvy. Just being a good host is all.

Ginger After Night of Drinking