I am sitting at my Dads computer at 11 pm, in a semi-concious, food fogged, doze drowsed daze. But it's my birthday and I'll write if I want to. At this stage you are probably thinking something like "this isn't going to be a very long post". Or maybe just "this idiot should be in bed instead of taking out his altered state of mind on everyone else". In either case you'd be quite right.
The day began in fairly none glamourous fashion (ie, scrubbing sinks at 5:30) but even there, Dad volunteered to drive me so I didn't have to bike. The rest of the day was very relaxed (that's about the amount of detail I can remember at the moment), and then by evening Mom and my sister had prepared a marvellous feast for dinner, featuring enchiladas, spanish rice, and - yeah, other nice stuff. The cake they made was/is (we didn't eat all of it) chocolate and chilli with coffee and orange in it. Very nice. Especially with Cadbury icecream. At the end of our gastronomic experience my family, David (an awesome friend that I had around for the dinner) and I were stuffed full and felt it. It's a curious thing, how the stomach affects the mind: after the ceremonial opening of presents, myself, Dave and Dad shifted to the two couches (and floor, respectivly), engaged briefly in a very meaningful dialogue (or series of monologues) that I'm sure a monkey could have understood and then drifted off to sleep. I woke at 10:45, looked over, and Dave was still snoozing. I roused him, and he took off shortly. Hope he waits to fall asleep again till he gets home.
Someone asked me today (I turned 20) how it felt on "the other side". My reply? "All tingly."
2 comments:
I'm normally hypersensitive when people forget that I am a valuable person too, but I'll let you off this once. Sniff. ;)
Concerning updates, I think the problem is one your side [feels righteous indignation on behalf of Blogger] because I normally check out the site once I've posted, just to make sure that the format hasn't gone AWOL on me (as it did recently), and the new posts are always there seconds after I publish them. So there :p
Your not the only one meals. I am horified, shocked, and decieved.
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