Possibly not the brightest act of my life. Fun though.

So, after looking at flats with next year's flatmates (the Scary Muso has turned out to be actually OK after all, owing to liking LOTR and being able to converse intelligently about anime, which although not of great interest to me, is close enough to keep my attention), we found some flats we liked the look of, so even though we're near the bottom of the ballot, we're confident we can get nice flats.

Then girlofthemirror and I set off to meet the other Tolkien Society people at Pizza Hut for the Grand Pud Crawl. I had:
1. A Large Ham and Mushroom pizza between 3 of us (stuffed crust - yum!)
2. Ice Cream Factory visit 1: chocolate theme. With chocolate buttons and Smarties :D
3. Ice Cream Factory visit 2: sweetie theme. With bubblegum sauce and dolly mixtures :)

Then, onwards, to Garfunkels. Anna proposed a sugar-induced race to Magdalene (sp?) Bridge and back, in which we all merrily and hyperly participated, with squeeing. Then we went in (after being quizzed by the manager at some length as to why we were tearing up and down the road squealing) and I had:
4. Chocolate Revenge: brownies, chocolate ice cream, vanilla ice cream, lots of whipped cream, chocolate sauce. Yum!

Meanwhile, clever Eni was drinking plenty of water and Pepsi.

We all readied to leave. Eni stood up. Nausea. Nausea.
Eni went to loos and threw up most of courses 4. and 3 in that order.

There. At the age of 18 I consumed enough desserts to make myself physically sick. How juvenile am I?

Does the tale have a moral? Hmmm...stay sitting down for longer after the later rounds of Pud Crawls.

tienelle got through 3 and a half desserts at least! *pouts at tienelle's superior dessert capacity*

and yes, I wore my fave new t-shirt

Score now stands at: Rat 2, Eni 0

Rats can be trained to push levers for a sugary food reward.

However, when those rats are then fed the sugary food pellets, but immediately afterwards injected with lithium chloride, which makes them sick, they show aversive behaviour, i.e. they lose interest in the pellets and stop pressing the lever for them. (This is logical as it means they won't ingest a poisonous substance twice in the wild). The same phenomenon is observed in students who have once made themselves hopelessly drunk and sick on gin; they then show aversive behaviour and refuse to drink gin.

However, evidently I do not have that logical reaction. Despite last night's sucrose excesses, I am displaying no aversive behaviour; I have bought myself a whole pack of Jaffa Cakes with the intention of comfort-eating all evening.

Conclusion: Eni is dumber than a rat :)