Your big post-win celebration "meal" consists of Real Bacon Bits and a Starbuck's Frappuccino. And you feel amazing, because it means that you actually have edible things in your fridge other than the milk for your morning coffee.
Livin' the life, my friends, I am living the life.
You know what I hate? Having to sing in church choir with a bunch of warbly old ladies. 'Cause when you're the anchor of the altonic harmony, it's a real bitch to do.
I feel a shade bad about saying that, but the facts are the facts. Tone deaf old ladies are not conducive to pretty music singing.