The End

I love this song. Not that this has anything to do with my post, but I am listening to "Talks to Angels" by the Black Crowes, and it is one of my favorites. I just needed a quick jont to Strawbarks to remember.

Anyways, I am the BIGGEST procrastinater eva. I got boxes yesterday, thinking, wow this is a step. I'm really moving. Then they just sat here last night after I spent hours hanging with Casey and Steve. We got pretty ripped and then headed down to Phouse, for some late nite excitement. Excitement was no where to be found. They boys plan was to go over to Bob and Sean's for some more Dark Age time. Now even though I can hang with the boys, I can't do Dark Ages.

I came home, still pretty stoned, and thought, "Oh, a nice hot shower would be nice right now, I bet it will help me sleep."

I never made it to the shower. For the first time in weeks, I fell asleep. Normally. No nyquil, no stress, just sleep. He woke me up at four from the couch.

Off to deal some poker to some stuck mothas.