You have no idea how tired I am

Yesterday was my birthday. I celebrated in the usual fashion: cake, Thanksgiving, shopping. There was band practice and brunch, then, later, a perfectly-sized gettogether (pronounced: ghetto leather). Earlier this weekend there was another party, this one a themed costume soiree, which I attended without bothering to dress up, a fact of no small concern to several.

I also saw the Tiger Lillies and sang Monday, Monday at a karoke bar.

Today I should be sleeping. Sleeping the sleep of the unslept. Jesus.

Thanks, though, to everybody for everything. It was great.