Jeez…I’m sleepy. What a party last night though, that was a frickin’ blast. And y’know the best part about it? There wasn’t any FUCKING PHILOSOPHY BULLSHIT.

No offense to you people that like that, and enjoy talking about it…I’ll admit that I do on occasion as well. But nothing quite brings the partyin’ mood down like PHILOSOPHY.

Anyways, that was my rant for today, because I’m tired and the world is a place made entirely of bullshit.

And I’m a bit pissed off because I didn’t get the writer’s statement done, that stuff for Creative Non-fiction done, or anything else of substance done today.

oh yeah, and HOPEFULLY Ireland will get back to me tomorrow.

God willing.

Fingers crossed.

so last night, around 5 AM when it was decided to go to Perkins, I could not find my keys. Fortunately I had another set so we took off and arrived there. I had a blueberry muffin.

Apparently Blueberry Muffins are cheaper than a large glass of Orange Juice. I found that funny. This morning I looked all over for my keys, and could not find them. I looked high and low, and yet there was no hope for the car keys.

Then I remembered: last night I went out to my trunk to try and find some more lime juice for gin and tonics/margaritas. I forgot my full bottle of that at JP’s house the night before, unfortunately…nothing in the trunk.

That’s where I found my keys this morning. Hanging out of the back of my trunk. *sigh* When drunk, keys and phones should be kept away from people. Its just common sense!

Uff. 2 hours of sleep equals one really long day today. Oh well.

david hanson’s going away party went awesomely, except for the fact that the beer ran out too soon. oh well. sleepy time now, here at 6 AM. cripes, hungover. Bleh. Gotta work on web stuff around 2. double bleh.

oh well.

I’ll survive…somehow…someway. Jesus Christ. And the hospital just called wondering if I’ll work tonight. And the answer? No, not gonna happen. Nincompoops.

G’night everybody.