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There's something beautiful about a bad day suddenly being abolished by your friend (E in this case) calling to see if you want to play hookie and score some beers. It started out like any normal day. The sun rose, the dog barked, and I got up without a blistering headache and headed to the office as usual. Then, like some siren's call, I passed the apartment complex I've been dying to get into and yes... they had a "1 bedroom available" sign out. I made a quick stop at the office, abducted D to be my personal real estate advisor, and headed back to the complex. And like the bitch fate is, they leased it earlier that morning. D was amused by seemingly svelte agent who had a bad habit of talking through her teeth. Back at the office, my day proceeded to further suck through a phone call from my sister, who wanted some academic advice. This is the same sister who is in her third year at a two-year college. This is the same college where I teach. So, being the big sister that I am, I proceeded in telling her that yes, you should actually understand the graduation requirements and fulfill them before you can proceed in actually graduating. She did not take this very well, and took that one step further by accusing me of being like my mother. Sicko. So, at 4:30 pm, we're swigging beers and gin & tonics, philosophizing about the easter bunny, and topping it off with a sushi dinner. And he told me I was one of his best friends. Score indeed.