There ain't no liquor in this town.

Tommorow, more like later today actually, we (UNC) will play for the national championship in men's basketball. When I was a freshman, we were playing in the NIT, and the infamous wave incident ended all chances of us defeating Georgetown and advancing. That year we also got the hell beat out of us against Texas in football, and I had to wait until my Sophmore year to see a home victory by a UNC football team. I had bleached hair and ate chinese food alot. This game is one of those moments when it becomes obvious why sports are so popular and influential; they cut across time, age, gender, social standing, etc. and provide a unifying event that carries significance for all involved. Like the kenndy assination, people remeber where they were and what they were doing (barring the influence of alcohol) during such a game. Not to sound too sentimental, because there are many ugly and unadmirable parts to organized athletics on the scale of Division I bball, and they constantly receive the attention and feverent adherence that Religion fills in certain ESPN-less cultures. They are, unarguably, a major cultural event, on the level with things perhaps deemed more sophisticated or significant that a simple game, and perhaps this is a valuable characteristic in a society as diverse as ours. Back in the real world, I had perhaps the longest day possible featuring only the Union. From an early opening at 9am, or should I say 8 since the evil time people that steal our hours away for the summer declared today the day, to a last-minute closing shift to avoid working on monday night, i spent around 11 hours in the Union today. A good deal of that was spent sleeping at the desk, with my head on Kristin's coat and my uniform safely hidden, living in its home of the office cubbyhole. There are some days when your body lets you know you should take a few days off from drinking, and today was certainly one of those days. I arrived at work to battle with a curious burning feeling in my esophogus (how the hell that is truly spelled I do not know or care) which Diana and I assumed could only be the beginnings of Acid Refux disease. It was to the point of having an inability to drink Diet Coke or Coffee, two things I was in desperate need of at this point in the day. Tommorow, aside from the obvious excitement of the NC game, there is the added suspense of the Arrival of the INTERNET MAN. Time Warner, the corporate bastard juggernaught that they are, will be arriving sometime between 8 and 12 to grant the first legitmate internet connection that 40H has seen thus far. For those of you keeping tabs, we have made it from May of 2004 to April of 2005, only to cave in the last month of our original 12 month lease, a dream run by any standards. This follows on the heels of the excitement of the NEW DISHWASHER, thursday's wonderful gift to the week that has passed. A new Hotpoint dishwasher was installed, featuring a white cabnet front that matches none of the other appliances in the Kitchen. We win that game. Also, a new fullsized map of the United States adorns the wall of the living room, purchased for $10 by me at Barnes and Noble. Chris bought a map as well, this one costing $24 and showing the entire world; when opened, the resulting map was less than what was expected, being around half the size of the US map. An ordeal of rolling insued, as Chris used his expertise with maps (being a Geography major) to recreate the retardedly small tube diameter. All is now well with the maps, as the $24 debacle will be rectified. Wear shorts in the warmness, and make sure you have some material picked out for burning just in case Monday night goes our way. Actually, have stuff to burn either way, fires are the key to a good time no matter what the situation.