O Happy Day

I am a complete lightweight. I had one measly glass of wine last night, and woke up this morning with a terrible hangover.

I was roused to consciousness by the desperate voices of 9/11 victims on recordings of their last calls for help, thanks to NPR news.

I now have to go to the interminable weekly departmental meeting. These usually last over an hour, in which nothing that has anything to do with my job is addressed.

I have to go to the dentist this afternoon. It’s likely he will have to drill.

I have concluded that today must be perfect day to buy a Mega Millions ticket.