So, today. First let me say, I'm drunk off my ass. So I'm trying to spell correctly, but not having too much luck.

Okay. Friday night. Went to see Boys Life 4 over at the Quad. Generally sucked.

Saturday. Woke up early and went to Freaky Friday. Fucking brilliant. Loved it. Cried during the big reconciliation scene. Nice. I want to marry Jamie Lee Curtis when I turn straight.

After that . . . went to Farmers' Market and bought food. Then went to the Boot Camp drink up. Seemed to have had a good time since I'm drunk and not overly maudlin. But will point out I neither had anyone to go to the movies with nor did I get laid after the event.

Be that as it may.

After the drink up, Brian and I went to see Freaky Friday again. He loved it. I loved it and I still cried.

So now I'm going to bed and tomorrow I'm going to the Youth Rugby Day.

Oh, and I seem to have hurt my hand during a fight with a mailbox. That will teach me to fight inanimate objects while drunk.