Here's the problem with starting to drink at 3:30pm on a Sunday afternoon. There's three things that happen when I drink: 1. I eat. 2. I sing. 3. I get tired. Given the fact that this was an early St. Patrick's Day celebration, I kicked off the afternoon with an Irish Car Bomb, which detonated in my stomach about five minutes later, causing an instant fuzziness in my brain. Combined with several other beers & ciders, I ended up falling asleep at 9:30 last night. Way too early. I was up for an hour in the middle of the night but fell back asleep. However, I did sleep way too much this weekend, but it apparently didn't do too much good. One of my friends came over on Saturday night to meet up with my roommate, and when I opened the door to let him in, the first words out of his mouth were, "Man, you look exhausted!" I had too many odd dreams involving people from my past this weekend, I think. The cleaning spree continued. I took care of the kitchen and the inside of my car yesterday. Oh, and by the way, if you're going to spam my comments [cough cough DUMBASS cough], realize that your IP address will be tagged along with your comments and I will ban you. Dumbass.