36 and Counting.

Two down. We're brilliant. No new assholes of which to speak.
This morning I discovered the world's best place to eat breakfast is a few blocks from my house. Then I rocked two crits. We literally drew blood from the toe of the broken leg of our 3-D professor, with a rusty knife, no less. Unplanned, but still, a nice touch.
I wonder if that will affect our grade...
He seemed a good sport, but we quickly got a reputation. Performed a damn miracle getting out of glass crit awake and unscathed. I'm my own hero today. Went for the hat trick and bought some wine a few counties over.
Wine! I'd forgotten what it was like, all red and grapey, with just a touch of fermentedness.
With that brilliant application of 26 years of vocabulary building, and 5 of vintological study, I very obviously retire.

Watching: Throne of Blood

P.S.- Kurosawa after being up for 36 hours? Hideously naive on my part.