Needed That Bubbly

Still steaming after getting out of the hotel hot tub, staring out the window at the Colorado dusk lighting the back of Pikes Peak. A necessary respite after a crappy day.
After a nice weekend.
Separate lunch and dinner with old friends (with one of my old roommate's kids calling me "Mistah" all night -- not "Mr. Dan", just "Mistah") before staying up until 12:15 working on a paper for class.
Man, does that phrase have a familiar ring to it.
I got stuck on a question, so I figured I would print out what I had and work on the last two questions during the provided self-study time Monday morning. I didn't know we'd be writing papers, so I didn't bring a thumb drive, and rather than go out and buy some more CDs, I figured it would be easy to just e-mail it to myself and print it out at the Business Center downstairs.
Only the printer didn't work.
Har.
A program on the computer had me send it to the front desk, but it didn't work there, either. The guy behind the desk offered to let me go back in his office and print it, but I couldn't download it off of hotmail there, so he gave me his personal USB drive to go out and get it off the computer in the Business Center and for the LOVE OF PETE finally print it out. At 1:04 in the morning.
After which I had to come back and read homework to prep for the daily quiz before crashing at 2am. Which I shouldn't have bothered with anyway since I missed 2 of the 5 questions. Plus one of the instructors asked if he had any Political Science or History majors in the room, and when a few of us raised our hands, he said he would use us as a meter to determine if the math formulas had sunk in. "So what does 'm' stand for in this equation?" "Mass," said one student.
"Slow down..." I said, with a faux frown.