Look at this...I've fixed my computer and it only took me a month! Something tells me I'm going into the wrong field.

Nothing all that thrilling has been going on in Tower, if you can believe it. Darren was up last week for my birthday and the Fourth and I did not, I repeat, I DID NOT, get sloppy drunk on my twenty-first birthday. I was pleasantly buzzed and thankfully there was no one around to elevate that to full-fledged shitfacedness. That and I went out with my dad. What a lame ass, eh? I did have a wonderful birthday and Darren spoiled the crap out of me, as he does, and I wasn't even carded when I bought alcohol just because I could.

I must say, though, that being able to drink a beer on Main Street in plain daylight with cops walking by was a wonderful feeling. We celebrated the Fourth on the third up north this year, since alcohol is a no-no on Sundays, and Saturday was borderline sweltering here. Darren and I sustained quite the severe sunburns (pity the pale people), and as I type this, four days later, the blisters on my neck are still popping, oozing pus down my neck and crustifying my shirt collars. Mmm.

So there it is, the past four weeks of my life. I'm sure I missed some stuff, but that means it must not be too important.

Oh shit! Speaking of important! Beeb got a baby sister today. Isn't that precious? A sister though...honestly, what's with that?

As I compose this the smoke alarm is going off upstairs. The steam from the shower sets that bitch off and I am way too lazy to go up there and turn it off. Instead I'll sacrifice my dog's hearing.

Enough with the randomness. I need to peel hardened pus off my neck now.