Philosophy and Mexican food.

My day is pretty much summed up by those two things. The latter is my reward for surviving the former. I've never written a philosophy paper before, and it sucks. Reading and understanding Plato is one thing, but trying to unravel the logic and jargon of an academic article on Republic is a different story. Give me another two hours and I might actually know what I'm writing my paper about. At least I have tonight to look forward to. We're going to a restaurant tonight called La Cucaracha, which is rumored to be owned by actual Mexicans. If this is the case, I will be ecstatic. I've heard the cure to philosophy-induced headaches is a margarita. Okay, I made that up. But it has to be true.