Beer

I don't know why I am admitting to this, but this morning I was in such a rush to get out of the house that I mistakenly grabbed a bottle of Jerrod's beer from the fridge instead of my bottle of water. (Yes, I was so frazzled that I didn't have time to fill my usual travel mug with ice water.) It would have been something if I actually made it to school with the bottle in hand, but I did realize that it was not my drink-of-choice as I was locking up. Maybe it's a message from the Beer God. Would I be a better teacher if I had a little to drink before stepping into the dungeon (what I affectionately call my classroom)? It sure wouldn't help my dozing-off in the middle of class.