Drinking cool coconut rum and pineapple this eve. The older I get, the more sleepy it makes me. Turned 31 on the 3rd. Went to the unfortunately named BJ's with the fam. Ordered a couple of fruity drinks and nearly nodded off in my giant pile of white cheddar mashed potatoes 5 minutes later. I'm no fun anymore. Haven't slapped a bouncer at a goth club in years.
Have lit all my candles and incense (yet another expenditure) and put on my ambient Moby, who is a sadsack on Twitter, by the way. Most of his posts, which are about world atrocities, originate from his position in a graveyard. But I love his music, anyway. I will probably fall asleep to it within two hours.
Back to werk tomorrow. My website has not yet made me famous enough to quit. Farkity.