Obsessive Comedy Disorder

Visiting the in-laws in Bdimore. Hoping the weather clears up for some baseball at Camden Yards tonight.

you’re going to have sex in the bathroom, as did the couple last night at the bar where my show was going on, maybe do it later than 8:30?

I am happy to know that my government job will go uninterrupted in pay. No, we have not been on pins and needles this past month. Not at all.

For my 21st birthday, my parents had come to visit me at college for the weekend (it coincided with UCF’s homecoming, “Knightmare.”) My dad and I went to a bar for my first legal drink at midnight (well, after midnight by a few mintues since I was watching the Mets lose, costing me getting to fly to NY the next week for what would have been the next game in the Subway Series. Thanks, Mets.) I’ve always been old for my grade and none of my friends could “legally” drink yet.

Anywho, after an evening of being introduced to (and, subsequently turned off forever by) Jager, combined with lots of beer I went back to my apartment and to bed. But, did I turn off the sink in my bathroom? Let me check. I stumbled back and forth about three or four times before convincing myself it was checked and allowing myself to pass out on my bed.