Jimi and Steve are downtown at the BBC for the Annual Brew Day celebration. Well, I guess it's not really a celebration, per se - it's really a bunch of amateur beer makers getting together in one place to brew up their wares and trade info and maybe learn a few things from the professionals. It's pretty neat. Jimi's been gone since 9, but after a week of waking nightly from 2 a.m. to 5 a.m., I decided last night I was going to get some good sleep, so I popped two sleeping pills instead of one and I was out like a light from 11 until Jimi woke me at 7:30 saying he'd slept through the alarm. I did too, I guess. I went back to sleep till noon.
I was supposed to be there at noon. Did I mention that? It's 12:35. I don't have any clothes on. Guess I'm going to be late.
Steve gave me a bonsai tree for my birthday. I love it so much. He said if I take care of it, it will still be alive when I die. That's a goal, huh? Guess I'm going to have to learn about bonsai and how to take care of them.
Yesterday was SO much better than Thursday. I knew it would be. It had to be. I made it to the weekend. YAY!
I should go get dressed and get on with my day. (Though, to be honest, it's dreary and rainy and depressing outside and all I really want to do it try to catch up on my reading and my Sims 3ing and my sitting in my chairing.)
That's all I've got for now. Except that you should go enter my giveaway. C'mon. You know you need more useless crap around your house. Right?