Today being the day after Valentine's Day, and my home sufficiently stocked with pink, tasteless hard candies and heart-shaped boxes of sweets, I'd like to take this time to express my longstanding ire over the inner layer of something-or-other that separates those wonderful, albeit mysterious, pockets of chocolates from the cardboard lid. When I'm hungry, my mind isn't always at its best, so I forget it's there, lift the cover, and... bam: Choc-blocked. Of course, then I just remove, grab a morsel, and get a stomachache later.
On a separate note, my recent Mega Man 2 victory has done little to buoy my progress through Mega Man 3. That one's killing me.