Just a few days late

As you may or may not know, my birthday just passed--the ninth of May, actually--making my twenty-five years old. Right now I am sitting in my parents' basement drinking the fourth of six one-pint (sixteen ounces) of Natural Ice I bought tonight in order to become intoxicated. I am also listening to The Hound of the Baskervilles on tape; I absolutely love being told a good story, and the next best thing to reading those stories is being read those stories. Brilliant. I love them, and since I lose the ability to read shortly after beginning to drink, this is probably the best solution ever.

On the other hand, I have just turned twenty-five years old, and no matter what system of measurement you subscribe to, that is a long fucking time to be around without accomplishing not a fucking thing.

And on the third hand, I'm getting some rest.

More another time.