Those who want to talk have my number...

I know it's been a few weeks. The birthday weekend was a blast. I won't go into details due to being very tired and very pressed for time, but suffice it to say it involved DJing, scootering, bicycling, Smoking Popes, beeeeeeer, more scootering, more bicycling, more DJing, and more beer.

That - combined with last weekend's excursion to GORP in St. Louis, which fuckin' sucks - has left me with very little free time, and we got a bunch of prep work for the incoming residents dumped on us at the last minute as well. And of course I have to get up at 4am to catch a flight to PHX.

Maybe when I get back next week I can post some photos. Yeah, right. Sorry this blog is turning to suckage, but that's because I'm out doing other things, things more rewarding than relating my day to the computer. Plus I'm tired and a little buzzed from only a couple beers down at Cafe Fresco, and can't remember all the great topics I want to write about.

Those who want to talk have my number, so thbbbtttt! to those who don't. Look me up on MySpace if you need me that badly.