Beatings will continue until morale improves.

Three weeks ago, I stocked my fridge with a 12-bottle variety pack from Paddockwood, a cube of Pilsner (yeah, I know I can do better, but it was sitting in my closet since Craven and I finally had room in the fridge for it), a 4-pack of Guinness, a 6-pack of Harp and a 6-pack of Smithwicks.  I wish I would have taken a picture.  I wasn't thinking.  There was more beer in there than anything else.  For those counting, that's 52 new beer, plus whatever I had in there before.....call it 60 beer. 
Today, there's 7 bottles from Paddockwood, 16 or so Pil, 2 Guinness, 1 Harp and 1....no wait....no Smithwicks (the last one is in a glass near my LEFT hand).  That's 26 beer left....less than half.  Doesn't even come close to an accurate total count of drinks I've had when I've gone out over the last 3 weeks.  In between there was St. Paddy's Day (didn't bother counting), Ag Bio Grad (2 @ Winston's, 2 @ the Longbranch), Skit Skit (3 @ Winston's, 4 @ the Scuz after) and Fishapalooza (again, didn't bother counting).  That's a lot of booze in 3 weeks.

I didn't think that anything could drive me to drinking.  Well, I've been proven wrong.  The source of my frustration....STUDENTS!!  I blame students.  If I have premature liver failure, I'm going to blame my students.  Point blank.  Even CNH couldn't drive me to drinking.  These students should get a medal....or at least some sort of recognition, other than me just bitching at them....and that's some sort of recognition in itself. 

I just hope my liver can keep up for the next 5 weeks.  Two term papers, 3 assignments, 1 take-home final, 1 written final, 1 final to design, 2 finals to give....and grade, 19 term papers and portfolios to mark, 1 project proposal and a partridge in a pear tree.  (sing it out, it actually works quite well)