Of course I wore the shoes that have no traction today. I was late, they were slip on, and I didn't think about it until I was out the door.
So it isn't a great stretch when I say I wiped out right in front of where the campus shuttle drops everyone off for morning classes. I was inspired by my lack of coordination to look into some Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin films. I wondered how they managed to make a living conducting themselves in a ironically familiar manner to my icy indisgression this morning.

In any case, I limped home and consoled myself with a giant mug of hot chocolate and the salacious insert to the campus newspaper concerning sex and Valentine's Day.

It's getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that the mini marshmallows in the hot chocolate mix have gelatin in them. I try to reassure myself that they are indeed very very mini and I am probably consuming fractions of a milligram in ground, boiled animal bone, but the guilt remains. And somehow picking out all the marshmallows seems too daunting.

On the good side, I found a butter substitute that is gelatin free and vegan, and yummy called Earth Balance. I had been previously blissfully unaware that my margarine contained the stuff, as well as a whole host of hydrogenated and GMO-ed things. Thus my "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" became my "I Can't Believe I've Been Eating This Crap". That seems to happen a lot to me as I become aware of what is in the processed food I eat.