Today is Steak and Blow Job Day. I have no one to celebrate with. Phooey. I hope all my lovely gentleman readers do.
Today is also Pi Day. I celebrated this with Tim via e-mail this morning. We are the ubernerds.
I owe you all a Chicago: Week Three post, and I promise it's coming soon, but I was up til 4:45 am last night experiencing material to put in the Chicago: Week Three post and am running on an hour's sleep. I hit a wall about, oh, 40 minutes ago. I hit it hard, and it's going to leave a mark. I'm supposed to be drinking with Vicodin Jim for the 6th day in a row tonight, but I'm thinking a nap and an evening of beverages that don't contain alcohol is probably the more grown-up/healthy/non-inebretarded thing to do. Then again, a girl at a party I attended this weekend who had been living up the St. Pat's turn-the-river-green party all day came in and announced, "I puked twice today, but I rallied like a CHAMP and kept right on drinking!" so maybe I'm just being a wuss.
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I thought potentially SBJ Day - How would you like that done?
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