I'm having another one of my weeks without rest. As fun as it is it's also exhausting me. Last night after I spent a few hours at the barn I ended up at Pegasus with my wife and her gay boy. What have I learned from this? It's impossible to fall asleep in a club no matter how tired you are. The music doesn't cause a problem, but the scary people who stare at you like they're trying to figure out how many garbage bags they'll need to get rid of you really make you want to stay awake. If you don't you'll wake up dead, or in a bath tub full of ice. Tonight I guess someone is coming over and we're going out to eat. I haven't seen her in a while so it should be nice to talk to her in person again. My birthday is on Monday so I'm expecting a boring day at home after running errands and figuring out what I'm supposed to do about classes. Maybe someone will surprise me and get me a present. Just not another rat. Tori and Shirley are a bit much to handle as it is.
