It all comes down to Corn Whiskey

It was one of those days. You know the kind. You get to work and you are like,


"la la la! I'm skipping to work! I didn't sleep well (in fact I slept like a turd), but here I am!!! HAPPY MONDAY!"

and you open your email and get to work. It's 7:00am. Then 8:00 hits and you wish you had just stayed in bed. You went through your email and every email requires 50 steps to follow up. In addition, a piece of paperwork that students fill out that filters into my database (so I can ACTUALLY DO my work) wasn't working.

Well. There you go. One thing after another. Until lunch hit. Hooray! A BREAK!

I skip up to lunch, convinced that after lunch, I will for sure have a particularly excellent afternoon.

I open my lunchbag to discover what wonders I packed myself. Mixed veggies to reheat.. okay, good. Salad, Yum! Celery and peanut butter, sounds good. And saltines. Wait. What? I packed all veggies and 5 saltine crackers??? What the hell?

Healthy? Yes.

Able to carry me through 5:00? HECK NO.

UUUUUGH. I ate my veggies and kept my crackers for the inevitable tummy-growling that would occur at 3:00.

What followed this afternoon was more of the same. Tons of email, nothing going smoothly. Finally, 5:00 hits. WOOHOO! I go home. In fact, I caught an earlier bus that goes nearly straight to my doorstep. SCORE!

We had porkchops for dinner and now here I am, sitting in front of the TV drinking RC with a shot of corn whiskey (a gift from our friends in Tennessee). Life is good.