Everyday is a Sunday...

...when you never go to class. These days aren't quite as nice as the Saturdays that sandwich them together because you always know you have to go to class the next morning. We've been doing Sunday-like projects everyday. Yesterday we set up my fish tank in the living room. Hopefully, in a few weeks, it'll look something like my old tank in the pic below. Well, it's 5:25 and I just heard Spencer open the first beer of the day. I've got some catching up to do. Oh, shit! I just started this real estate appraisal class at Parkland and it starts at 6:00. It's full of old, fat Urbana ladies that smell funny and give our hot-shot professor i-know-i'm-too-old-to-be-seductive-so-i'll-just-try-to-be-cute- in-a-trashy-sort-of-way looks and ask dumbass questions. I should probably take a shower before I go.