What an day. Or should I say, what an eventful day. I expected today to be another usual Friday full of working, sleeping, eating, and evening plans. What I didn't expect was to start my day off opening at work and spilling five gallons of tea on the floor. I am a Mormon. I do not drink tea. I do not like the smell, the color, the feel, the ANYTHING of tea. Cleaning it up took forever and by the end cleaning and my six hour shift I felt like I was one big walking glass of tea. Lovely. Then I come home and take a nap. Finally something good to talk about. Then I had a very enjoyable fish dinner with my family, followed by watching Pearl Harbor and roasting smores. I then decide, well, since I'm not doing anything else tonight I might as well do some homework. I started some, got bored, and here I am writing about it. This Friday wasn't as eventful as I made it sound, but when you like schedules as much as I do, spilling 5 gallons of tea really messes up the flow of life.