You know you're busy when you begin to count lesiure activites as part of your obligations for the day. Such was the case last night when I simply had to attend WWE Smackdown in Indianapolis. Partially, I wanted to see Hulk Hogan one last time before he retires for good, but mostly I wanted to go because I had said that I would. But I paid for it today, as my plan of "Wake up, go to class, come home, nap, shower, put on suit, go to class, go to class, go to class, cut out early, beg university for $70k" turned into "Wake up, go to class, nap, nap, shower, nap, put on suit, go to class, cut out early, beg university for $70k." (Author's note: I can't figure out what that's supposed to mean either.)

Then, of course, I had several unexpected events happen to me, including getting roped into a conversation with not one but two of my former French instructors who insisted on asking me questions that I don't know how to answer. Then I discovered that Penn Station now accepts American Express, which could have easily turned out to be dangerous for me except that I wasn't really impressed with the sandwich as much as I have been in the old cash-only days. They still don't get it that when I say I want lots and lots of bananna peppers that means I want lots and lots of bananna peppers. And then I went to Texas Roadhouse and had a few, which means I am currently very tired and want to take a nap, making it number four for the day.

But I figure it's okay, because I have now switched from regular napping to power napping.