I was up until 3:30 last night trying to finish my English essay (I did not) and got less than a cat nap due to the monstrous fan that had taken up residence in my hallway to try to dry the carpet following the Great Apartment Flood of 2007 that occurred earlier that day.
I pulled myself out of bed at 8:00 to attend what I like to refer to as "The World's Most Worthless Hour Whose Only Good Comes From The Fact That I Can Get A Semi-Perfect Attendance Record."
Upon returning home, readyto kick into full essay-writing gear when a friend of mine (naively) informed me of a, shall we say, SNAFU, regarding a show that I have booked for May. A couple hours, some choice curse words and several tears of frustration later, I had begun to straighten it out and was ready to start working on my essay.
Instead, however, I gulped down a terribly burnt tuna sandwich and answered numerous inane questions from maintenance regarding GAF 2k7.
Exhausted, haggard, an hour away from my night class and no further along in my essay than I was at 3:30 a.m., I reached into my refrigerator to grab a container filled with Redbull left over from the last time I'd pulled an all-nighter (this time, I'm planning ahead.)
Turns out I'd finished the Redbull, and all the container possessed was some apple juice from early last year.
Great.
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