Been digging in the rubble, getting bitches in trouble

Yesterday at the grocery store I stumbled upon something so utterly genius that I can't believe I've never done it before: pancakes for dinner.

Typically I hate pancakes, but pancakes for dinner? Better than toothpaste for dinner.

When I consider the things I have eaten for dinner during the past week, each of them pales in comparison to "pancakes for dinner" in all categories: expensiveness, gourmetness, and tasteness.

I hope that in the future, I will look back on these days as those when I ate really, really badly.

Because otherwise, why did I go to college?