Til Next Time, Tim

I am an anomaly. Unlike most university students, I am not happy that classes have ended. Don't get me wrong - I don't mind that the school year is drawing to a close. But I do very much mind that during the exam season, the Tim Hortons on campus closes at 1:30 every day. This is almost as bad as the fact that the student pub is also closed, a horrifying discovery a friend and I made this afternoon (yes, afternoon - don't judge).

I suppose this is at least half the reason you won't get a decent post out of me today. After all, can a writer really be expected to produce in the absence of both coffee and alcohol? It's a travesty, really, and I trust that both Voltaire and Hemingway are rolling in their graves.

At any rate, this sorry state of affairs did remind me that I had forgotten to recap my final Roll Up The Rim 2011 experience. All told, in the month of March I won a total of nine coffees and three donuts, which is pretty good considering that the odds of winning were 1:6, and I had approximately forty cups of coffee (which, incidentally, is far fewer than Voltaire had each day). I'm still not convinced I'm a real winner here, since I am now furiously addicted to Timmy's beverages (not that I wasn't before, but again, don't judge), but hey, I'll still count it as a win.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off in search of sustenance of the liquid variety. Tally ho!