Today at work we were forced against our will to attend an "Intro to Statistics" class. This phenomenal waste of time drained at least a year, if not two, off of my life. Its not that statistics aren't important, they just aren't important to me. So pretty much the first thing I thought about when I got home from work was popping open an ice-cold, carbonated, refreshing, 12 ounces of liquid joy. However, I resisted. Instead I started supper, rode the stationary bike in heat comparable to the 7th level of Hades, took the dog for a bike ride, showered, and ate supper. Now my belly is full, I am somewhat clean, and I hear the beer fairy calling my name. Since I did a little bit of boozin last night at bowling practice, I don't really feel justified in being able to drink again tonight(I am trying to cut back during the week, apparently drinking an average of 5.6 beers a night is NOT good for you). However, I do feel justified in the fact I have already exercised and completed my chores. Decisions, decisions, sometimes it is hard to be me.
Monday ABC- Nuthin
Tuesday ABC- 3, 2 shots Tequila, 1 shot wild turkey/151. Stupid losing at bowling.
Wednesday ABC- Undetermined at this point
1 comment:
I think a day in a statistics class would be more hellish than riding bike in the heat; of course, the whole concept of "math" is the work of the devil for me.
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