I think I took several hours off my own life Saturday night.

I had an amazing time, what I remember. It was like partying at my sister’s 30th birthday party this year in May, only I didn’t get sick (sorry Kate) and I had to take myself home. I walked, Dad, don’t worry. It was a long walk though, and apparently I didn’t go straight home. I have heard I called a few friends saying I was running around a playground, and then fell. Idiot! As long as I didn’t hurt anyone, or myself, it’s all in good fun. So far, I haven’t heard anything horrible I’ve done and I’ve talked to both the girls who tend over at Duff’s and I was cool… so… yea.

I do remember, at some point in the night, getting showered with whiskey at the bar. You don’t see that very often. And I would love to see pictures of it, if there are any. I really did have fun, though. Jon brought a pinata full of adult and kid toys… very funny… and a big mess. What is funny… I didn’t end up with any of the stuff inside of it! Everyone else took it home!

Yesterday I spent recovering and trying to find out what happened, who I called, who I texted, who I stole the gum from… and anything else I didn’t have recollection of. Ate lots of food, watched Dexter, did some freelance for Toshiba and crawled to bed. I still need to sleep off the rest of this birthday haze I’m in right now. I can’t believe it’s still with me!

… here is your gift for the day. Fifteen hours of work.

Worked the daily grind from 10 until 7. Had dinner with Tracy (bartender at Duff’s) and a few beers at Duff’s.  We ordered burgers from the Lodge.  They were fucking fantastic.  I left there around 9 or so, and just wrapped up some freelance work for Toshiba I’m doing.  The project isn’t done, but it’s at a point where I’m done and need to rest for tomorrow.

Now it’s time for a birthday nap.

I’ve had enough of what ever it is…
I don’t like when things add up against you for no apparent reason.