...or, Fat Tuesday.
However, neither "fat" nor "super" really apply to my day today. I will certainly listen to the results of "Super Tuesday" but even for me -- someone who loves to observe politics -- this political year has already become exhausting and it's only February; and I'm not religious nor am I in New Orleans, so Mardi Gras doesn't really apply to me either.
Although trust me, I would much rather be spending the evening throwing back whisky shooters and showing people my hooters than being slogged down in class all day -- heck, I'd probably rather be a ballot counter in California (wait, no, let me subtract that comment -- I would NOT like to have that job today) than to be slogged down in class. Because? Classes are busy right now, yo!
Which is why...you'll have to be satisfied by the worthless jibber-jabber above to suffice as today's post because I have to get back to work. I have two batches of essays I need to finish reading and a mountain of other tasks for this week.
This is exactly the kind of work I need a trained moneky for. Or, an army of trained monkeys for. Or, gnomes, house elves, children -- some kind of trained minion to do my bidding.