So My birthday was Monday, two days ago, and it was ok. I didn't see very many people, and not everyone remember, but whatever. I kept getting super frustrated with shit. Like I was sort of being a dick and being all pissy all day. Come on though, we woke up late for a court meeting at 8:15AM that didn't even take place because the lazy ass cops didn't file the paperwork, so we have to wait even longer. I'd rather pay now, but now I have to wait even longer. I played pokemon collosseum last night, it rocked. I got one hour of sleep, because I felt like reading instead. Which rocked. Then I played ultimate frisbee with Michael, and kicked a whole lotta ass. It felt ok to be as good if not better then him. That fucked but its true. It pisse dme off that in the car, we were talking about it, and he would talk himself up, then talk us down. I don't care how low your self esteem is, theres no excuse, don't be a cock. I also have a slight sunburn from it. Then I saw Tony come home. He saw his puppy for the first time in forever. I'm gonna miss Hammyburger. He saw his new wheelchair accessable van, and like 100 cops plus a whole bunch of normies, like my fam and all the rest of his peeps. So we all drove to his house surrounded by cops and helicopters and shit, I think it was on the news too. Pretty awesome. I wish I worked a midnight shift somewhere. Thatd be sick. I want to now. I might take Hanny for a run. Maybe. Or take a nap. PCE