Oh man, I need some of those. I just had stomach grumbles for like, an hour before finally giving in and sneaking something out of the vending machine at work. I'm more of a "order eighty pounds of Chinese food" than all the burgers, though.
Sounds like a good party to me. I like my pity parties. They involve a gallon of ice cream.
Well, my foster dad was a troll, so he used to put my presents in a lead box. No joke.