This whole thing is not even a joke anymore. Diabolical proportions. I’m taking a break from studying today. I don’t care. And tomorrow I will get meself a Brown Brothers.

Hero once was surprised when he found out that I drink Brown Brothers.

“You know it’s 5% alcohol, right?”

“Yes. Of course.” It is wine after all. What is this guy getting at?

“Beer is also 5% alcohol.”

“Yes. Apparently.”

“So why do you say you don’t drink?”

“Says who I don’t drink? I don’t drink BEER. If you haven’t noticed by now, I have been downing wines. Of various kinds. I just happen to like Brown Brothers ones better. I don’t like the taste of beer.”

It didn’t matter to Hero. Now he knows he’s not dating such a teetolar he’s as happy as they come. I tell you; sometimes all he wants is for me to join him drinking. I knew it long ago. And deep down inside I know that in addition to the usual “milk-OJ-chocolate” supplies he always stock his fridge with before I come over, he will throw in the wine.

From now on he’ll be downing the beer and I’ll be downing the Brothers.

Oh. And a year ago today, Hero picked up the phone and first called me.

Alright. Enough of that. I’m bloghopping. And I need my wine.

I hate you all, professors. I hate, hate, hate, hate you all.