DUDES, THERE ARE DEMONS IN MY HEAD. My sinuses, specifically. I’m not sure what’s up, but what I do know is that the neti pot is the greatest thing in medical history (does that count as hippie medicine?), and that I’m pretty sure I don’t have a cold. Just demons that make me cough and fill up entire landfills with Kleenex.
Regardless, things are excellent. We won free drinks at pub quiz last night (though not the trip to Boston), got shamrock beads in preparation for St Patrick’s Weekend (one of my favorite holidays ever), won a $25 bar tab at Burrito Loco (to which I hope to never return, so others will have to use it), and also I have an awesome new haircut, courtesy of Mahogany.
Tonight begins Wendy’s weekend-long birthday party, which includes two-or-three very important Gophers hockey games (these determine not only whether they make it to the Final Five – and whether I have to sell my tickets – but also the NCAA tournament) and trips to many of our favorite locations. I can’t wait to give her her present, because it rules.
And in round-the-internet news, I have two important things to say. This is my dream car. And how the hell does this guy get paid to write? He’s terrible. And yet I have to read, because, you know, Gophers.
Good luck this weekend to my favorite hockey team on earth. And to all of us, because it’s going to be a hell of a party.