The Happiest Hour of All

Do you ever have a day looming ahead of you where you know that once you awake things can only get worse from there?

Today was brutal, as I spent about 12 hours on campus. Luckily, I had two hours between engagements to sleep in one of the libraries. In my three years at UT, I have yet to check out a book, but I have a favorite pillow. Upon awakening, I attended several more hours of class, a research study, and a lecture. Then I made time for Happy Hour, which is my favorite hour of the day. Initially, I contemplated attending Happy Hour at a local gas station. $2 a gallon is a lot to pay for gas, but when you use it for the blindness-inducing, death-expediting effects of methanol, it seems like quite a deal. Instead, I went to a bar and drank $2 pints. While there, me and two friends got our picture taken for an ad in the newspaper. Apparently the bar wants their best customers as spokesmen. My mom will be so proud.