Mesonoxian Nonsense

Well, I suppose I'll begin with saying that I have no clue what I am about to say or, really, any notion of why I'm typing right now. I shouldn't be. I should be drawing for my design class tomorrow. The assignment is to copy an old master piece in ink. I'm nowhere near ready. I need 144 square inches drawn for tomorrow. I am currently on numer 12. I should really get crackin'. Since I was unable to motivate myself enough to work in any satire, cynicism, absurdity, or furbies, I will leave you with a question which will be answered in a later post. Here you go: Why were there 3,000 Mexicans at the Alamo?