I just hopped out of the shower. No, really. I'm dripping on the keyboard and have no pants on. The no pants is good, but not primary to me being here.

I feel good. Not in a, "hey good joke Mr. TV that fritzs out every 3 seconds." Or good as in, "hell yeah fantasy baseball league, I DIDN'T drop 5 places two nights in a row." Good as in, "hey, maybe my life isn't totally awful like I've been thinking." Its all from the awesomest weekend ever I just had. Hanging with one Joseph Hanauer of high school fame. He lives out here in the DC area. Actually, he lives in a town called "Rockville". I will live there someday just to say I have.

I did a lot of drinking. It was tasty, perfectly timed and asskickful.

I was in a rut in Chicago. Same thing, all the time. I think I know how to get out of this rut, and it involves a number of things. First on the list is that I hate living in hotels. To get around that I need to quit my job and move to San Diego OR get an apartment wherever I'm stationed. We shall see. One nonpossible option is staying with the rents. Sorry, that's gotta go. I don't think I can ever do anything remotely as awesome as what happened this weekend living with them. Not because what I was doing was bad, but because I need to not be in Beverly. Next on the list is find new places to drink and actually meet people there.

After that, profit.

Also, I'm 23. It was last tuesday. Don't feel bad, I didn't tell anyone else either.

And now I'm a gonna shave and then go parade this awesome mood around down at the horribly depressing hotel bar. Sometimes, I'm real retarded.

Okay, most of the time.
- posted by Pat @ 9:15 PM