Sunburned - Happy = Greg

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This week The World at Large features Texas Tessa's Sparkly Hour in syndicate!

• "I feel shitty.
  Oh, so shitty.
  I can hardly believe I'm alive.
  I'm so shitty.
  Yada Yada,
  Blah blah blah,
  I feel like shit. "
  (© 2006 - Beastly-T, inc.)

Very appropriate for today.

So let's see... Around 6:00 this morning I went to Wal-Mart. While there I saw this stuff called Coca-Cola Blak and bought it. "Carbonated Fusion Beverage," my ass; think one part Coke to two parts black coffee. Shitty.

I could not locate a drawing board in art today, so my prof said to use one from another- just take their art off and tack it to the wall. I turned my back for 3.427 seconds to place it on the wall and upon turning around found that my pristine, smooth, flawlessly-straight drawing board had magically morphed into a thin, flimsy, warped piece of shitty balsa wood. Now do I really have to shed some blood in the drawing room? Shitty + 1.

So on the way back from art, I parked my truck (yes, in one of Hendrix's fire zones, so-named not because they would be of use to a fire-truck, but simply to piss me off) for lunch. I was in the cafeteria for a grand total of nine minutes and returned to my truck to find that I had gotten a $20 ticket EXACTLY ONE MINUTE after I parked. Shitty x 2.

And now I get to finish scheduling classes for next term. Shitty^3.