Moo juice

We are tearing through milk at an alarming rate on the BHouse front. Even after Jae and I realized we drink more milk than everyone else combined and switched to personal supplies, the rest of the crew has worked down to their last gallon. In other news, I recently calculated that in a given summer I drink nearly one-and-a-half times my own weight in milk.

Additionally, our fridge is rather full, so we've had to start moving some food (and my personal milk) over to Katzman's epic "fridge." I don't even want to think how many imperial credits it must have cost David to buy the giant vat Jabba used to freeze Han, but I do know it a) preserves the living shit out of sausages and b) turns milk kind of slushy.

I, Lando Calrissian, mourn my frozen milk.

After Katie turned the mysterious device down to 1/4 of its original power, it seems to now be operating at least slightly above the freezing point of most things, although it's still noticeably colder than our other fridge.