One Night in February

Speaking of February...I hate how it's spelled. If I were in charge of the world, I would change the spelling of February to Feb-U-Wary. That makes more sense to me, at least.

Moving on...I just got home from a par-tay. It was fun and I met some fun people. Just to name a few, Michael "Cheater" Flight Attendant, and Bryan "Scar Face" I won't say your last name. Oh, and a JR, not to be confused with my already friend, RJ.

We played some games tonight, and in true Dana fashion, I walked away from the games I was losing, which happened to be all of them! Go me!

I am so tired. I had to get up at the buttcrack of dawn to go to the eye doctor this morning. I don't understand why they're doctor's anyway. It's not like they're performing surgery in order to give you glasses. AND, the receptionists were all wearing scrubs. Explain that one to me. Why do you need to wear scrubs when all you are doing is helping people pick out glasses? Am I the crazy one here??? Anyway, after that, I went to the gym, then came home and took a nap...but it wasn't nearly long enough. As I fell asleep in my comfy chair, a loud bang came on the door. It was some guy going door to door asking for canned goods. WTF!? So, Chris gave them some Chick Peas, Carrots, Canned Tomatoes, and Peas (i think). After that, I just couldn't go to sleep because I kept thinking that maybe the guy who was going door to door asking for canned goods could just be casing houses and he was planning on coming back later to rob me. Of course, I realize I'm crazy. So, you don't have to tell me.

Tomorrow I plan on sleeping in and then getting up and going shopping, my favorite thing to do. Wheee! BTW, there is exactly 3 months, 11 minutes and 35 seconds until my vacation. That's so hot.

I'm so out of here.