Part of my lunch today involved convenience store food, specifically a banana wrapped in chocolate cake with chocolate cream in it. I was tired, and didn’t realize until I’d eaten most of it that it was horrible. I’m probably going to hate chocolate for a couple days. It’s a weird feeling.
Relatedly: As of today, there exists an audio record of my confession to having deliberately, and with malice aforethought, given a bunch of junk food to a diabetic priest with poor impulse control.
(The assignment was to “tell a funny story about something you did,” and actually, that teacher might very well be collecting blackmail material. Her example story was a recording she had of another teacher’s “and that’s why I’m not allowed back in that bar” story.)