It's Tuesday. I have shots in four hours. I haven't written, well, really written in a few days. Quick summary? Alright.

Friday I stayed home. Saturday I drove out to Lansing to hang out with my brother. Smoked some pot, and visited Morsey (the horsey) before he was shipped off to wherever the hell he's based. Saw some people there, met some new people then headed to a party. Drank one warm beer, wore a sweater, and played pool. The evening concluded with me asleep at Casey's grandparents.

Woke up around one, missed the first half of my nieces first birthday party. I didn't get there until about two thirty (it started at one). I got home at three, and skulked around my house until about eight. J.B. and Benny picked me up and we rolled up to Fundabar's house. I played a game and a half of beer pong at Fundabar's (I lost the first and we decided to just drink our beer halfway through the other) and smoke bongs and pipes. I was woken up at nine o'clock and sent to J.B.'s until about noon. I was stuck at Benny's until eight thirty or nine when J.B. gave me a ride home. Now I'm simply waiting for my appointment.

Wow, for once I wrote about events outside of my head. Now, you'll realize why I don't do it more often. Rather boring. I suppose I could've juiced it up with word play or dialogue or detail, but it really isn't that important. I just felt guilty for neglecting my blogs, so I wrote. Well, "wrote."

Figures are stirring upstairs, so I'd better go.