Splenda = Sad

I know its not supposed to taste any different than sugar. But, dang-it, I just don't like splenda. For instance, I purchased Hawaiian Punch Lite, made with Splenda. Mostly because it was on sale, but also because I figured all it is really is highly concentrated sugar water so having Splenda in it had to make an improvement. Not so. It tastes yucky and I'm sad. I can't help it, there are certain expectations of tastes and this one epically failed.

On the brighter side of things, I'm 98% finished with my Value and Ethics paper. I'm taking my laptop to class in the morning in case Dyer decided that the paper is due tomorrow and not Friday (he hasn't answered either email) so I can email it in. I feel so discouraged about this class sometimes. After tomorrow, all eyes are on my history paper. It's essentially 3 5-page papers so I'm probably not as concerned as I should be. For the most part, I've finished the research part, and the last section is completely speculative so there isn't a lot more research I could do for that. Tomorrow I finish reading and then Thursday and Friday I'm writing it, Saturday reading theology and going to a wedding in Houston, Monday writing my theology response and finishing the paper since its due on Monday. I can't wait until this paper is done. At least then I have a few weeks of relative breathing space to catch up on history reading and start on the next round of papers.

And now the Hawaiian Punch atrocity has mixed with the ice cubes made with unfiltered water. Why am I still drinking this? I remember senior year of high school when Christin bought banana milk from a vending machine before class. It was disgusting, she readily admitted that it was disgusting, but she kept drinking it. What makes us keep doing that? Is it the same as the drug addict that knows drugs are bad, but keeps doing them?