I’m not drunk yet, but I’m getting there fairly quickly. I invented a new drink – Bailey’s and chocolate milk – and while I feel as though I should be drinking it out of a sippy cup while wearing feety pajamas, it is a tasty treat.

I only went out for half the festivities last night, coming home after the brewery when everyone else went to the bar. According to Ed and Josh, this is for the best as I wouldn’t have had a good time at all what with my being sober and awkward. Instead, I came home and built my new desk and also the rest of the furniture we bought at Ikea. Today we hung the curtains, and now our living room is completely awesomer. If only we could get Josh to stop farting on the couch, all would be perfect.

I cannot type when I’m drinking. Thank jebus for spell checkers!