Last night was such a wild night. It was filled with partying, boozing, and staying up until extremely late hours of the night to finish a ten-page physics lab paper. Well, my definition of extremely late into the night is two o'clock Ante Meridiem; especially on a school night. Thankfully, school was cancelled today due to an inch or two of snow (should've only been a two hour delay but I don't think those exist anymore) so I was able to sleep in and recuperate from a rather stressful night. The whole partying and boozing never happened, though. I sort of lied to you there. Sorry. Well, I did go to Borders and have a raspberry chocolate mocha so . . . that stuff is amazing. I always add four packets of Equal and chocolate dust to it. The chocolate dust is key. Then I drink it unnaturally fast and burn my throat because it's so darn good. Literally, though -- I chug it. I hate when they put the whipped cream on and it's twenty feet high and they don't have any lids that will fit on the top of this twenty-foot tower of whipped cream so the transportation from the service counter to the table may be an embarrassing and messy trip. Well . . . it is for me, at least.
Hopefully I can last the remainder of the day without seeing a single mu, theta, or . . . ugh. I'm going to contradict myself. Look, it's mu! µ, the twelfth letter of the Greek alphabet, stands, in most variations of physics, for the coefficient of friction. Look, you learned something today. If you already knew that, then God bless you. You're a genius, you're a physics teacher (darn you!), or you're a damned individual who had to go through the same circle of hell as me.
Actually, I don't even feel like writing. I did so much yesterday that I feel bloated . . . and yes, that did make zero sense. I'm going to go run along now and catch up on some reading. Maybe that'll give me some motivation. Ciao!
