Hot pocket?

I think I found the way to ensure one will not be hurtin' on a Saturday morning.  Hot pockets.  I don't know why I ate so much random shit last night—I don't smoke—but I did, and it was pretty glorious.  And this morning, I'm great.  Like I'm feeling amazing.  And it's gorgeous outside, aka I'm about to take my top off and go lie in the sun.  Okay, so I was also really hydrated last night, but I feel like I always am?  Who knows.  I also mixed beverages (not literally), but I thought that was bad?  Anyway.  I guess I'd better stock up on water and hot pockets for Founder's Day.