Fuck yeah!

I'm beginning to understand why so many musicians develop alcohol problems--playing shows drunk is just so much fun. You don't care if you screw up, you're twice as enthusiastic as normal, and you can yell obscene things into the singers' mics without fear of embarassment.
Of course, your ability to play well is also greatly diminished. But (at least in the case of last night) nobody is sober enough to care.
When my dad was here for a few hours last weekend, he delivered a Hannukah care package that included the obligatory chocolate (I believe my relatives are solely responsible for any weight I've gained in college) and a DVD, recommended by my brother, of part of the first season of Invader Zim. It's this wickedly dark, subversive "kid's" cartoon created by Jhonen Vasquez, who, according to the brother, is responsible for some really disturbing comic books.
It's also severely limiting my ability to get my work done. Not good. I've got three papers due next week, and one of them is a bioethics take-home final of unspecified required length. I feel like that's the worst assignment possible. "Yeah. This will be worth 20% of your grade, and it's similar to a paper but you can't spend as much time on it. How long should it be? Long enough for you to get all your ideas out." I wonder if the professor would accept a single sheet of paper with the words "This sucks" printed on it. Because that's the only idea I have at the moment.