Blech. Drank too much last night. Waaaay too much. Ah well. It was fun, anyway. Kristina, George and I went to the Bulldog (hey, free pint glasses on Wednesday nights!) and had, between the three of us, three pitchers of beer. And then we went to Juan’s and ate, and split a pitcher of margaritas there. And then there was a bit more drinking at the Mayfair and at the Milan Lounge. Ooooh, and now we have to go out in the sun to celebrate the Fourth. Yeesh.

Went to look at an apartment yesterday, in this huge complex. Was okay, will consider it my “safety” apartment. In case I can’t find anything better. Hope I can. Hope I get a job making more money than I am now, or I’ll have to move back in with Mom. Ha ha, never! Not really.