Yawn.
As much activity as there was yesterday, it's been godawful slow today.
Not bad for my first full day of no longer being a teenager.
That's right, I turned 20 yesterday. Woo-fucking-hoo.
19 and 20 are the nothing birthdays. And 17. That "yea, I'm a year older, but gain nothing."
But that's okay.
To celebrate, I'm going up to Rick's, in Seattle.
Nothing says "Happy Birthday, man" like your buddies paying some lady $20 to rub all over you for the duration of one song.
God bless America.

On another note, what time should those of us who are paintballing meet there Sunday? 8:30?

Later.