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My weekend:

Friday: Drinking, swinging in the park at 2am, hollywood grill.

Sat: Drinking, some slip and slide antics and some friends. I awoke to find my house full of sand, my lawn trashed and my cock buried in the mud outside.

Sun: Bongo room, broken flowers and helped grade 1200 exams. Some highlights:

I refuse to answer this question for religious reasons.

8a) I used to know this and now I don't.

8b) See part a.

My teacher Mr. McDoogle (or whatever) said Riemann sums are outdated and useless. The only people who care about them are theoretical mathematicians. He said it would be a waste of time for me to learn about them...I now think he might be wrong.

Someone wrote "I don't know" in response to every question.

A few wrote poems.

Many wrote little autobiographies, trying to explain their sudden memory lapse.

One wrote a little note saying to not bother looking at their exam. It said the rest was blank and that the reader could pretend to read it if they wanted a break. (I liked that one. They got one point. )

Like a roman emperor I was forced to cast them into the lower echelons of the math department, years away from any class I will ever teach, to never be heard from again.

As for tonight. I can't quite predict it. It all seems fuzzy. I suspect the fuzziness has to do with $1 beers though.