It's Official...

I am not the same 23 year old that I was yesterday.

Birthdays that fall on mondays should always default to Saturdays.

Today I have one final today, a quiz, and a paper to rewrite. Happy birthday indeed. It's ok though, as I celebrated over the weekend. Granted, Saturday did not begin with a great start. I awoke to a bathroom sink that appeared to be 3/4 filled with the previous eve's regurgitated alcohol and food detritus. A friend of mine had apparently been unable to make it to the proper disposal basin, and as such, I was faced with a mess to be reckoned with. So, I skipped out for a few hours in hopes that the mess would remedy itself by the time I got back. Luckily, given four hours, it did. I then had a very pleasant lunch at Applebee’s, followed by luxuriously languid afternoon. I was then treated by my paramour to a lovely and unduly expensive meal at a French restaurant, followed by a late night showing of Shawn of the Dead. All in all, I would consider it the perfect way to spend a day.

So, although today is no party, I can live with it. I am now one quiz away from the end of my school day, and then on to a brief stint at the brewery. At that point I will be free to spend the rest of the day doing homework.

Oh, and FYI, for my b-day, I was given a new phone number, so for all who want it (and are confident enough that I will give it to you), email me.

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