At the end, my brain's going to be worth two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That sounded horrible, didn't it? Bring me another maitai!

I'm about to go have a 2 or 3 martini lunch. F*ck it I say -- we're in a recession, there is limited amount of work I can bill, it's finally feeling like summer in NY (read: 90 something degrees. 134% humidity) and it's Friday.

I think I desrve my martinis for other reasons:
1) geometry scares me
2) sufficiency data problems are like reading swahili
3) I am pissed at my liberal arts education
4) I wish I was an engineer for like, just the next two months, with an engineer's brain and like, y'know, like smart
5) Wow, I'm talking as if I've alread had those martinis

The moral of the story is: Never talk to muffin trees.

Actually, the moral of the story is, standardized testing is making me feel stupid. I don't actually know how to solve for "if Fred leaves Florin at 95 mph and Tommy leaves Guilder, driving an average rate of 73 mph, what time do they meet at the Florin/Guilder border?"

(two points for anyone who gets the hidden movie reference)