ye olde crapfest

my ears are ringing. we just had a "fire drill" that wasn't really a fire drill at all--the guy they got to come out and fix an electronic lock accidentally tripped it and then couldn't figure out how to turn it off, so it went off for a good twenty minutes. chaos.

friday did not disappoint. i've said it before and i'll say it again--my friends kick ass. and i got through some coulda-been-uncomfortable situations with some folks that i hadn't seen in a long, long, long time and for good reason--totally unscathed. and then after the bar, there was the semi-drama, but we all agree semi-drama for the sake of fixing what's broken is often acceptable. i know i feel a lot better...that final bit of unknown that i'd been sort of bugging out about has now been "dealt with," and i can get on with gettin' on.

and you wouldn't believe how cool bz was about the whole ordeal...he got served a big (drunken) plate full of "oh and by the way, i've been meaning to tell you..." and didn't even flinch. i like that.

and i'm sick. but i will just have to keep my chin up and drink lots of oj, and hopefully it won't last for long. i sort of like having that froggy voice, pink nose thing going on. i think it might even be cute.

it will be my birthday in 34 days. wowza!

i'll be 24. if you add up those two numbers, you get 6. three sixes in a row is the sign for the devil! i'm really scared!