I didn't get a lot in class, but I know it don't come from a shot glass

I'm generally dismayed with school and all things school today.  It's only Tuesday and it's been a really long week so far.  Yet in ten minutes it will be Friday and I'll have accomplished less than half of what I am supposed to and need to.  I do not know how to balance out my life in any meaningful way at this point.

I want to drink heavily.  The Irish blood calls to me at times like these and says, "hey, it's nothing a pint (or ten) of Guinness can't solve; you can cure that hangover with Irish cream in the coffee and Jameson at lunch."  Sad part is, the little devil on that shoulder is already drunk at 9:30 a.m. and he's a mighty tempting little fellow.  After all, he's having a sodding good time up there and I'm brooding over how I have no structured lesson plan in place for my class that begins in 20 minutes.  Alcohol might actually help, who knows, but the best I've got in my desk at the moment is Oolong tea.

And here I sit writing nonsense when I actually have a few minutes to get to work on something.  Anything would do.  Papers to grade, books to read, essays to begin, stories that need pages to live in, etc.

Meh.