The first in a multipart series.

I'm still eating lunch, so this is a quickie.

There was one time in college when I was so drunk that I passed out on the floor of my apartment. We had a bunch of people over, and a friend of mine, also intoxicated, thought it would be funny to fart on my head. I woke up to all of my friends screaming and howling with laughter.

This is also the same night that they had to help me up the stairs, help me brush and take my contacts out, and left me in my room to die. Of course, my recollection was that I made it up the stairs myself. Anyway, I took the sheets off my bed, grabbed my pillow and a teddy bear, walked right over to my roommates room, threw it all on the floor, cried, 'Sleepover party! Everyone sleep in Nikki's room!' and proceeded to pass out on the floor again.

Ahh, U of I. How I miss you so.