There’s a place called a milk bar by our school, where they sell hot milk and ice cream. Nate and I had been talking about checking out out for a while, and decided that it would be a good way to start a Friday. We ordered a hot milk each and some crumbly cookie type things to dip inside. It was delicious, and we were warm and happy when we arrived at work. I taught my adorable pineapple class, and then headed to the law school to practice nun-chucks with Sonya (against all my instincts that said go home and cuddle in front of the tv).