I'm sure no one but me, and maybe one other person will understand the significance of that blog title, but it makes me chuckle, and trust me, I need a chuckle at the end of my 14 hour day.

Who knew in one day you could shove in, a meeting, some bad ass lectures on Joyce Carol Oates,  Ray Bradbury,and thesis statements,  layout a newspaper, decorate for a dance, chaperone at said dance, break up an orgie/smoking party in the bathroom, headbang at dance, call dance off 1/2 hour early because the munchkins were acting like animals, and then clean up after dance to the approval of the custodial staff who were angered that they had to clean up after said dance they did not know about.  WHEW!!!

Well, you can imagine that after all that, I was looking so forward to a nice glass of Merlot.  Unfortunately, because one little cherub's ride showed up 35 minutes after I thought I'd be gone, I found myself 12 minutes past vino selling time.  That's some cruel stuff right there.  Anyway, I had to settle for beer, and though not my first or favorite choice, it's still mellowing out my nerves and making this day a nice fuzzy spot on my radar, although my throbbing feet are reminding me it's still been 14 hours of fun.

In other news, I've decided to ask out this reporter person I met last evening.  It was kind of an odd and random situation.  I was getting interviewed, and all I wanted to do was take him out for a drink (no, that is not a typo).  Well, not just that, I also was overcome by an urge to push up his poor glasses that were seated precariously on his face.  I didn't.  Though I had to clench my fists to make myself behave. I'm not exactly sure what that means--weird I know, but there was some intangible quality that made me know more, especially when he told me one of his favorite writers is Hunter S. Thompson--jackpot!

Well, I do believe this shall end my wisdom for the day, except to warn you all not to eat Peter Pan or Wal-Mart brand peanut butters manufactured at plant #2111.  Other peanut butter should be okay, as those companies currently don't have disgusting, dirty equipment.

That is all my friends, and in the words of Spock---live long and prosper.

Peace,

C.