This has not been the greatest three days for me, I've gotta say. It started Friday, when I went into my statistics class to turn in the homework that was due, only to discover I'd totally forgotten about the test we were having. Thankfully I still have some residual info stuck in my head from the last statistics class I took, so I think I managed to do alright on it. After that, I went to work, and then I went home, to discover that Andy had completely missed the trash pickup, which can be an unpleasant experience at our house, as we somehow manage to generate a lot of trash. Especially with a party the next day, it was a bad move.

Which brings us to the party. The party day started with me having to empty the beer keg of the stale beer that was left in it from the last party (which was what, over a month ago? Eww...). It wasn't so bad, especially since Andy cleaned it first. But, it had apparently been left under pressure, and then continued to ferment, and then got left out in the sun after the cleaning, and then got shaken up when I moved it out of the way to a convenient spot to empty it. The end result is that when I tapped it, the pressure quite literally blew the tap apart, and fountained stale, nasty, warm beer all over me. Then, since we had to have beer, I got the unpleasant task of using the air compressor to pressurize the keg (since the tap obviously wasn't going to cut it) to blow the rest of the beer out. This involved me sitting on my ass holding a keg out in front of me (tipped slightly at an angle so as to avoid as much beer spraying me as possible) for almost twenty minutes while it emptied itself. I then had Andy complain at me about how long it was taking. So, I went to get a shower, and then took the keg and the tap into the beer store (the keg to trade it in so as not to have to pay a deposit on the new one, and the tap 'cause we needed another). Got the keg back, put it in its bucket, only to discover that we didn't have anough ice to ice it down. Back to town. Back home with 18 bags of ice. Put ice in freezer. Drop ice bag on foot. Ouch. Wait around until 9:30 or so, when it finally dawns on me that not a single person I invited to the party was going to show up. Get drunk. Sober up. Go to sleep. Get up. Get into a fight with my dad. Drive to town to observe the police running off an asshole ex-boyfriend of Ryan's new girlfriend who's apparently stalking her and Ryan. Come back, work on math problems I don't know how to solve. Decide to bitch on blogger. Go back to homework. Go to sleep.