I started the day by being 3 hours late for class. I didn't care whatsoever. Getting home around 2:30 AM after a really good show can sorta change your perspective on things, I've found. Or, at least I found that out today. It seems that I stressed out all week to the point where I didn't give a f**k anymore. Yes, I have a lot of things to do, and yes, they'll get done.
Excuse me whilst I enjoy my Coca-Cola® with Lime and wait for my lovely girlfriend to pick me up. We're gonna see ourselves some Sin City!