Things that bother you never bother me.

It's my birthday. I did some improv at the Black Box last night, before which I had a few drinks with Traci at the Velvet Margarita and then at the I.O. bar. And then I went to Birds. And then I drank too much there. And then I was not feeling so hot. And then I came home. And then I slept in my clothes. I don't have a hangover, but I so should.

For my money, it's good to have gotten the miscalculations about my alcohol capacity out of the way early. Because today is going to be super in every other respect. If I have to make the whole thing up, it will be super.