On Mondays this term, I have two classes: 2 hours of rock climbing, and a 1-hour Volleyball class that usually lasts 2 because a bunch of us play after class. Kim also has 2 classes: an 8 a.m. Animal Science class, followed by Rock Climbing with me, which ends at 11. Then, she's done-zo. Sounds nice, right? Well, it is, except she always had a crap-ton of work due on Tuesday, and so her Mondays after climbing are hellacious.
I got back from Volleyball around 4:45 to find Kim sitting at the table, surrounded by papers and books and typing furiously on her computer. I noticed a glass of wine next to her computer.
Kelly: "Kim, I'm so happy you've already busted into the Cabernet. You go."
Kim: "Yeah, well, I was contemplating not pouring a glass, because it would make me feel like a Wine-o. Then, I realized that I am a wine-o, and I was ok with it*"
*Wine-o in the sense that we love wine and drink it often. Not that we're drunk off wine on a nightly basis. Just wanted to clarify.