Slam a hole right in the middle of my nice day: I missed supper.
Ok, so maybe God has a reason for me to miss supper. I'm not complaining. But I guess I'd really, really like to.
I'm considering foraging in the basement to see if our Resident Director left any munchies in the fridge.
Homework on an empty stomach just won't be the same. Ugh! I guess forty days and forty nights is a whole lot longer to fast than just missing one meal. And praying on an empty stomach can't be any easier than studying!