Nyquil makes for sleepy

There's a point at the end of the evening - maybe after you brushed your teeth, maybe after you've rubbed the easy one out - but there comes a point when you measure up the day you've just had. If you drink a lot, like I do, that moment may come the next day, at some point when you realized you passed out and your beer soaked clothes and crusty face are a continuation of the night prior. Regardless, there is a moment when you find out what a day in your life was worth. So how do you rate that? Do you stack it against better days or just measure it on its own? I suggest a table, maybe a sliding scale. Three factors in conjunction will help realize how much your day rocked. For example:

Good Day:
I fought off six monsters, ate a whole subway 12", and drank a case of yueng ling. (Day would rate 8/10)
Bad Day:
Had to listen to someone talk about their sorority, got shot in the face permanently scaring, and woke up next to another dude without his shirt on. (Day would rate -3/10)

Now my own personal three factors to judge my day include not waking up gay, how much awesome I packed into a twenty four hour period, and playing the clarinet. These are the factors that work for me. You might have other ones. You chose. It's not my call. But good luck. And remember. Ken took a lot of nyquil before this post.

Reminders before I let the class out: Cantina tomorrow and I work all weekend. Someone try to find a way for me to have fun.