Last night (Halloween) most of my friends decided to go out and celebrate with an all-night Halloween themed pub crawl. I declined, because I’ve got to teach a class tomorrow, and no matter what I may think, I just can’t talk about philosophy very well when I’m recovering from a hangover. Fortunately, we also celebrated last Saturday night, so no big deal.
So I stayed in, studied, went to bed early, and hoped to get a good night’s rest. Except I woke up feeling like crap and cancelled class anyway.
Dear God: if I thought you existed, I would be shaking my fist at you.