And this round goes to.... Chuck Norris. But you already knew that.

The past 24 hours have been completely insane (not that I'm wildly familiar with insanity, mind you). I don't know what is going on, but I am totally baffled. Like, more than usual.

Life has been like, "Hey! Here, have something AWESOME!" Then fate, or Satan (for you zealots out there), has been like, "Dude, Life, what the hell are you doing? That was a bit much, don't you think? I better balance that shit out, stat." And then Life is all, "Hey, now. Come on Fate/Satan FATAN. That was harsh, dude. Like, WAY more drastic than that good thing I did. Now I have to do something awesome again. Fucker. Oh, by the way, Chuck Norris called. He asked me to tell you-" then Life roundhouse kicks Fatan in the face.

Now that this is an actual fight, I figure someone ought to keep score.

-Realizing that my financial aid went through -point to Life
-Spending 4 hours on my feet,behind a bar, after being unable to find the shard of glass embedded in my foot -point to Fatan
-Getting free Braves tickets for a friend that really, really wanted them but couldn't afford them (and the requisite teasing about their love for the only sport almost as lame as golf) -point to Life
-Helping a friend through a traumatic experience that involved all kinds of insanity, cops, misunderstandings, and the like -point to Fatan
-Waking up late for work by 30 minutes this morning -point to Fatan
-Hearing from a darling old friend that I haven't seen in far too long-point to Life
-Getting totally dumped by my band... stupid time constraints -point to Fatan
-Being commissioned by a serious art collector to do a painting for his new house -point to Life
-FINALLY getting the glass out of my foot, using nothing but ingenuity and some cuticle clippers -point to Life
- Forgetting to eat today -point to my figure, and irritability

So I'm off to fly home, deal with dogs, fly to class, and then go home again before going to karaoke. Jesus Christ, I need a Jack and Coke nap.