It's a given that you have to throw a small shindig in line with your birthday. In my case I did it last night and another, the night before. I came home around 4:30 and feeling really groggy. This has to stop for a while. My intestines might not take the abuse. Plus, it's getting really ridiculous. I'm living a wanton life. Well, sort of.

I ask a friend today how she was and she answered "SSDD". At first I didn't wanna ask what that meant. She sensed my confused state and asked if I know what that means. I said no. It was "Same Shit, Different Day". Huh. Well, it's better than "same same".