Is that not the lamest title or what? I was trying to think of something more creative, but just said "f*ck it". It's not even my birthday anymore, what the hell? This post is off to a fantastic start. It was a very nice birthday weekend. I went out for C.K.'s birthday surprise party on Friday night at El Cholo's (freaking awesome blue corn enchilada's), then followed that up with some epic Rock Band playing. Saturday, Deuce and I went for an extremely long walk, I wrote for a while, and went to the beach at midnight. Yesterday, my actual birthday, was the most boring day of the weekend. I got caught up on some little nagging work things and basically just bummed around. Went to the gym, watched some movies, searched for some new apartments online, totally boring.
I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for all the nice messages and well-wishes. Thanks Scott for the ducks. You guys all rock.
