The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Well, I had fun last night. Maybe a bit too much fun, but apparently the answer to "how do you stay in a house full of rampaging children and my mother-in-law" is "get plastered." Good times, good times. I had weird dreams all night, and kept waking up, which sucked.

I don't want to go back to work on Monday. It's almost 70 outside. These two things may or may not be related.