I know who I want to take me home...

Uuuuuuuuuugh.

Stayed up til about 3:30 last night. Why? Cause I don't yet know how old I am. (Some of my eyebrows are turning blonde. Apparently it's the precursor to grey. Pushing 30 indeed. Son of a bitch.)

Went to Jon and Tali's last night. Degs, Tom, James Greg, and Vania joined us. There was chicken curry - delicious! - and liquor - equally tasty, but I was the sober driver so I limited myself to two in the early evening hours. I wanted to do shots of Jack, but alas - Mr. Show with Bob and David - Run, Ronnie, Run! - and much talk, and in the wee hours, XBox. Degs made me choke twice, once without me even trying to take a drink. They're all just amazingly funny people and fun to be around. Nothing like listening to people talk ridiculous amounts of shit on XBox Live and giggling hysterically.

Came home around 3, fetched my son from Lisa - who had company of the Joel variety, woo woo! but not in that way, and crawled in bed to the relief of my achingly tired body. I wouldn't be awake right now, but one of my cats has developed a liking for waking me by tapping on my head with his paw, with claws only slightly extended. If that fails to get a reaction out of me, then he starts chewing and tugging on my hair. I love him, I really do, but one of these days I'm just gonna launch him across the room. I wake up well on my own. Don't try and wake me before I'm ready if you don't enjoy being screamed at. And on that pleasant note, good morning!