Apparently you can get too old for partying. And I didn’t even party hard last night. Just a few glasses of wine must have been a few too many. But I did just get an e-mail from one of my professors saying we had an extra week to turn in our papers (and I e-mailed him back letting saying I thought he just restored my belief that there was some sort of god in the universe). While that doesn’t get rid of the fact that I still have to finish it ASAP so I can work on my other – 30 page – paper, I felt the pressure melt away, literally.
Oh what a vixen you are, red wine.
