Right now I wish I had something...anything that I could break, rend, smash, tear, defenestrate, burn, chop...you get the point.

Last night I decided, against my own better judgment, to go out with my roommates to a campus bar. I don't go to these places for fear of running into students of mine both past and present. After less than a minute in the bar, one of my ex-students recognized me (I was amazed that I remembered her name), and we struck up a conversation. She was out with her roommate and her best friend, and I actually found her best friend attractive (this is rare as her best friend is quite a bit younger than me). I spent an hour or so talking to them and then my roommates joined us (extremely drunk and unable to make coherent statements).

( Where the shit gets real... )( In Which Things Inevitably go Straight to Hell... )