I am awesome

It's 12:15 AM. I've had 4 or 5 glasses of wine. I watched the Bulls and De la Hoya lose. I am now home. I am listening to a club version of 'Sexy Back' through the floors of my apartment because the upstairs tenant is having a soiree, writing a final appellate brief [where the term 'assuming arguendo' made it into the paper...who am I? a gunner???], and talking on AIM.

I hate school.