Tomorrow is another day

Today was futile.  Today I:

• drove 95 km and got there late,
• contributed nothing to a report back on a PBL that I hadn't looked at yet,
• started a new PBL that might have been interesting if I had bothered to turn on my brain,
• was unable to hook up to a video conference about asthma, so it got junked,
• ate a giant bowl of chips for lunch simply because they were called "Beer Battered Bad Boys" on the menu which I thought was funny enough to be worth sacrificing my arteries to,
• was unable to hook up to another video conference about the end of year exams, so it got junked, then
• drove 95 km home again.

Fortunately I was able to come home and resolve my own personal credit crisis by agreeing to give them all of my money.  They're nice like that.