My three-point shot: Let me show you it
This is not the best week for trying to pursue someone you’d like to date. This is not the best week to feel like a grad-school failure. This is not the best week to disappoint your advisors. This is not the best week to realize you have one day left to apply for a scholarship that will determine how much, exactly, you will end up owing the people who raised you.
No, this week belongs to the Jayhawks. Hell, the whole year belongs to the Jayhawks. I think the Chinese Zodiac is officially changing it: Year of the Jayhawk.
However, all those other things above? They’re happening, best week or not. So yeah, the Jayhawks won. Life would be worse if they hadn’t. And in the last 12 seconds of regulation time that I caught, life looked like it was about to go down the crapper. I would’ve taken to bed and not left until the Jayhawks won again. But overtime saved all those nice young men (shhh) — and me — from a lonely, depressing existence.
Hooray. Now I can concentrate on dating, music, music and money. But, unfortunately, probably not in that order.
