I ate some edamame with dinner. Nice, healthy, but salty, edamame. I reached into the fridge to grab a soda but the case was empty. Right next to it? An 18 pack of Miller Lite.

The monotony of studying (I was in the middle of putting together my contracts outline), coupled with the general stress of the season and my worries about my health, finances, and weight, all steered my hand to an ice cold bottle of brew.

I KNOW I need to study, but I am happy letting my sense of [false?] confidence lull me into apathy. I am doing well in every class. I overhear my classmates asking questions about concepts I consider elementary–we are way beyond that in class discussions. I am only graded in comparison to them… so why struggle to be perfect if the median is only mediocre? (wow I sound like a snot!)

But I need want a brain break. So now I am on beer #4, watching Ninja Warrior with John, and petting Maggie. My final memo is due tomorrow. Lucky for me, I finished it last night. But still… I should be anxiously proofreading and picking apart every word. I should be half-conscious in the library, muttering restatements in my sleep. And yet, here I am: drunk on a Tuesday.