Bad enough that Carolina lost, worse that I got lost in Durham, missed the chance to go to Nice Price, then had my dinner order screwed up. So I’m feeling petulant. Which sort of overrides the fact that I had a particularly productive morning, rocked out the end of one paper and began another, and read some kickass poems.
At least I didn’t drink enough beer to get all sleepy. Maybe doing some work on another paper can get me out of these doldrums.