I was a very bad monkey last night.
I was supposed to go to school and take a bunch of notes and listen to people and try to do things like math, but by the end of the working day, I could not handle it. Yesterday was kind of intense -- I found out some bad news that means I will almost certainly have to move back to Colorado for a month this summer (yes, only a month, but it is still a big fat pain in the ass) and it will probably be really expensive to do so. I spent my afternoon filling out FAFSAs and calling school officials, and I think if I had to do one more school-related thing yesterday, my brain would have done that thing that happens when you stomp on a ketchup packet. So instead, I trudged (rather guiltily) home, sat on the Klaus, and polished off both book 10 of A Series Of Unfortunate Events, and a bottle of Bailey's.
I passed out about half an hour after getting home, and woke up 'round about 11, drank some tea (English Breakfast, you had me at hello), and watched the first half of The Last Unicorn, god only knows why. The best part of the night came when I was telling Mike about how APPARENTLY stupid horrible ugly Bill Gates is about to be KNIGHTED and I am NOT, which really was just the kicker in making my day craptastic:
Me: So do you want to KNOW what the ICING was on today's big ugly STINK-CAKE??
Patches: ...Stink...cake? When did you eat a stink cake?
Me: PfaaaaaaHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! No, it's not a real...it's just a phrase, you know, icing on the...PAAHAHA!!!
Patches: Shut. Up.