Ow

I'm not as hungover this morning as I thought I would be last night, after absorbing [several] beers. I don't know how many. Seriously, I just kept drinkin' em. Guinness, Rolling Rock, one Bass Ale (ick.). I don't know how many. But I'm a lightweight--even at my size I just get drunk too fast. I burn it off fairly quickly, though, and I'm usually really good about double-fisting beer & water, but I was lax last night and have a bit of a headache. And I'm tired. At least it doesn't feel like I have 70-grain eyeballs scratching around behind my face.

So my bestest, oldest buddy Brian is in town from New Zealand. "Town" being "The United States," luckily the San Antonio, TX portion of the United States. Good to see him and his filthy hippie wife. And he was surprised I had a blog. I don't know why he was surprised. He and his filthy hippie wife are sleeping on my futon Right Now. His wife's hot friend already left (for those of you that will ask: No. Didn't even try, just no sense in it.) so I'm left having to be relatively quiet, except for the keyboard, which will maybe annoy them and wake them up so I can watch TV.

Got some pictures--I'll put those up later. Including the mysterious image of a face formed out of skidmarks on the turnaround at Nakoma and 281 (heading north).