Friday was cool. My party was schweet. Thanks to everyone for coming. I did end up getting a little cranky after the screen door bit the big one, but no biggie. Mucho alcohol left over. Thank you, Perry, for the t-shirt. Thank you, Nichole and Tony, for your gifts. Thank you, and for the Megatron. Thank you, for the comp. Thank you, Cho Cho (you screen-wrecking fiend) for your gift. And if you ever pop vicoden and drink alcohol at a party I’m throwing agian, I’m calling the cops.

Saturday was Mongolian BBQ with the parental units, who gave me some money towards my exhaust repair and many books on writing style, as well as a tuition loan. Oh, and laundry soap. Oh, and they teased me about my hangover. Gotta love ’em. :) Then I gamed at Fortress, which was fun.

Sunday was lazy. Mucho reading, and a little hanging out. I hate the 80’s.

Yesterday was work, and I moved my computers and table back into my room. By the way, how hard is it to load a dishwasher correctly? Glasses and cups on the top, along with maybe some misc stuff… plates, pots, pans, silverware on the bottom. It’s DESIGNED that way. It doesn’t CLEAN RIGHT if you put all the big plastic cups on the bottom… they fly all over the damn inside of the dishwasher, and nothing gets clean. That wastes electricity, water, and soap. Christ. I can’t count how many times a certain roommate of mine has overloaded the dishwasher, or put too much shit down the garbage disposal, and then wonders why shit doesn’t work.

I wonder what will happen today.

I woke up a little late, but it didn’t matter. I felt good and rested. I went to pick up a cake, and picked out a 1/4 sheet cake, chocolate with chocolate frosting. Hey, I’m proud to be from a long line of chocoholics. ;)

I dropped the cake off at the potluck table, then went to my cube. Then I blinked a few times and laughed out loud. I couldn’t wipe the grin off of my face. My cube had pink and light blue balloons taped and thumbtacked to *everything*. The cube itself was cordoned off by a “Happy Birthday” banner. There was a blue balloon on the keyboard with a face drawn on it, and it was wearing my headphones.

I thanked Christie (cow-orker) profusely. Anyone that has threatened to pop a balloon has received a Christie glare, which is not something you want to be on the wrong end of. She’s got that “I’m a mom” glare down pat. Just like . :)

Maybe I shouldn’t be planning my party here at work. Heh.

Lots of unexpected guests tonight. I can’t wait. :)

After deposit, the 2 liter of Dew that I bought at the gas station ended up being 89 cents. Cheaper than a 20 oz’er out of the machine.

FYI – If you’ve never bought pop (soda/coke/hookers) in Michigan, every bottle has a 10 cent deposit on it, which you get back when you turn the bottle in for recycling. That would mean that the original price for this 2 liter of precious Nectar of the Gods was only 79 cents. And a 20 oz is $1 out of the machine, which means it’s 90 cents before deposit.

I have to put in an order to Meijer’s today to have a cake made for our department potluck tomorrow. I’m going to see if they can put an Autobot symbol on it, just to torment .

I have to check with Best Buy to see if they’ve got the shipment of my model car stereo in stock so they can replace the b0rk3n one they sold me.

I have to apologize to about missing the job fair yesterday.

Soon, I need to take my car in to Muffler Man to get the exhaust system repaired.

I feel… free… since my ritual last night.