This evening for dinner I had a cheese sandwich and three glasses of red wine. Later, my roommate smoked me out (she made me). I found a box of chocolates HP had squirreled away in a cabinet. I recognized this chocolate as a commercial promotion he brought home from work last Christmas — you know the kind, where the company puts its logo on a big bar of chocolate and sends one to each of the company's clients (which the client company's secretary intercepts and eats at her desk and then one day in January ends up crying in her bathroom from all the weight she put on over the holidays). Naturally, this means the chocolate I am eating is a year old. And it tastes a little off, but I can't tell if that's because it's too old or because it's low-quality promotional chocolate. But that's not even the thing that has me concerned. `
I turned on Comedy Central to watch Jon Stewart rip into somebody (sadly, a little disappointing tonight). I stayed on through Colbert. In my tipsy, slightly-stoned and chocolate-scrafing craze, I watched an episode of Mind Of Mencia. And I laughed. I laughed my ass off. It's kind of like the Man Show but this is actually funny. I even stayed up till 12:30 and am halfway through the second episode (it's the commercial right now). This show is totally retarded and I am so into it. Should I be concerned?