Rather than going to either party last night, I went home, had a bite of dinner, and went to bed. Despite two people calling at 8 and 8:30 p.m., I managed to get a little over 11 hours sleep.

Very nice.

That will prepare me for going to see 'nDavid (of Mike'nDavid) in an opera tonight. I repeat: I wish the fucking week would end already.

I should point out that I recognize the irony of my complaining about so few rugby guys coming to my birthday party when I skipped one last night. Fine, I'm a hypocrite. So sue me.