modern algebra final, due 8 a.m.

well shit. my semester of leisure is finally catching up with me--i arrived at work a few minutes late today, only to find a desolate tutoring lab. normally these are great days, and being this close to finals, i was ecstatic. but then i noticed adam, a fellow tutor, working diligently on some seemingly random assignment:

me: "whatcha working on?"
adam: [looks at me like i'm retarded] "uh, the final ... in modern algebra ... a class that you are supposedly enrolled in."
me: "i thought he was giving it out tomorrow morning, and it was due next week?!"
adam: "nope. its due tomorrow morning, 8 a.m. ... you picked a shitty day to skip class."

hooray for me, looks like i've got my night planned. in other news, i'm pretty sure the republican girl that sits next to me in my economics class called me a faggot today, because i wore a thermal underwear shirt under a cardinals t-shirt. i should do laundry, i know, but no need for hitler to have a klan meeting right in the middle of class. bitch.

finally, it appears that federal magistrate jerry davis will not be making an appearance at tuesday night trivia tonight. jer, an accomplished trivia buff and father of scott and stu davis (surely you remember his infamous death row ruling?), was slated to meet us at two stick tonight, so team doodoo could finally put a tally in the win column, but he phoned in sick. its just as well, because i should be at home working on a take home final anyway. there's always next tuesday.