I turned twenty today. I woke up. I ate breakfast. I drove my sisters all over town. I fucked around on the computer. I went to work. I came home and ate meatloaf. Wtf, meatloaf? It wasn't bad, but it's hardly my favorite. Certainly not the boxed cheesy potatoes and stale greenbeans that went along with it. Anyway. Time to fuck around on the computer some more and watch my 20th birthday tick away with barely a peep.