Last night, i got home at 10:30 after a late class and a trip to CVS for a binder and hot chocolate mix. I knew i'd be up late with homework, and i was also starving, because i'd only eaten a small sandwich and a bowl of soup at 12:30 and had had nothing but M'N'Ms since.
The meal was lovely: steak, mashed potatoes, and sauteed asparagus. I had a California white wine to go with it.
But since i was already so tired, and would already have to wash so many dishes, i wanted to reduce my workload as much as possible.
So midnight saw me sitting at the kitchen table, writing lesson plans, and swigging wine straight from the bottle.