So it's Mardi Gras today, and the rough equivalent in Britain is Shrove Tuesday, where you make pancakes to get rid of all of the extra flour, sugar, butter, and eggs in your kitchen before fasting for 40 days and 40 nights for Lent. (This was explained to me after I went out and bought a ton of Nutella and bananas for the pancakes that we had in the kitchen, which I will now slowly consume while incurring God's wrath and earning extra days in Hell over the next 40 days and 40 nights.) Anyway, Mardi Gras and/or Shrove Tuesday is my excuse for eating like five pancakes and a ton of Nutella, finishing my essay early, going to drinks and then to PopTartz, dancing like an idiot, eating chips and burning the skin off my mouth on the way back, making dessert and going to bed. And now I'm realizing that it's technically Ash Wednesday, and it was probably technically Ash Wednesday when I was dancing to Fergilicious. Now I'm refreshing CNN.com every five minutes, which is like political pornography. Meep.
The tiny shred of observant Catholic inside this hollow shell of a person has been killed by Britney Spears and Wolf Blitzer, but the ghost of Cecil Rhodes would have bludgeoned him to death anyway. Scheduling conflicts meant that our Shrove Tuesday party and pancake run were rescheduled until tomorrow (by which I guess I mean today), so maybe I'll just have an extra-penitent day on Thursday or something.
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