Today has been one of the most fulfilling days I've probably ever head. I know I'm saying that know because I'm definately inebriated, but I really feel so happy, I can't really explain it.

I slept in; I had a dream about crying. I don't know what I was crying about, but I remember absolutely breaking down, and just sobbing for what seemed like forever. I woke up, and my pillow was wet.

I wrote; I had to come up with some crazy shit for the next item in my list, which I had researched all last night. I spent like 4 hours this morning writing it, and I think it turned out pretty goddamn well. I'll post it next journal.

I played D&D; for nearly 6 hours! While this in of itself is not some superhuman feat, I had so much fun just nerditing it up with others of my persuasion. We all got into the roleplaying, and our DM really rolled with the punches when things didn't go quite how he planned. I'm so impressed with our group, and I can't wait to dive into the game some more. I'll probably be journaling our adventure here, which relates itself to the previous item. Be on the lookout for a crazy Evoker named Nenya.

I drank; this also is not a really crazy thing, but it happend to be Volks's birthday, so go wish him your best. We hung out at the Bad Ju Ju Lounge, which had great music, and cheap beer. Somewhere about 1, he dissapeared, and I just hung out and drank some more with monkeypox and his crew. I need to hang out with both of them more often.

I ate greasy burgers; which happened shortly after leaving the Bad Ju Ju. Good ol' Dicks.; I really don't think there's better food when you're severly drunk. I stood in line with a whole bunch of butch lesbians, and we laughed together. About 7 different lowriders pulled up to dicks while we were in line, and this was definately cause for celebration. I'm talking full on gangsta style, hydraulics, gold spoke wheels, the full monty here. It was totally out of control.

I drove; I had one of my favorite bands turned up so lound I couldn't hear. My ears are ringing. I had the windows down, and I drove. I ate my fries, and sung along. I'd still be singing if I wasn't inside, and everyone else was asleep. I'm still thinking about singing.

I write again; and here I am, blasting the same tunes in my headphones, and reflecting on an amazing day. I'm finally home, and even though I'm home alone, I'm content. For the first time in a long time, I'm really happy that I'm just by myself. That may seem like a big deal, but I don't really like to be alone. So for me, this is a big fucking deal.

I'm rambling now, and I've got a cheeseburger to finish.; To Volks, Happy Birthday. To the rest of you, I'll see you in the morning, when I'll undoubtaly be very, very hung over. I can't wait.