It is 12:30 on, I guess, Saturday morning. I just got home from an evening out with my brother, Luke. We went to our little brother's soap scrimmage and decided thereafter we needed a drink. You'll have to excuse any part of this that doesn't make sense, as I am a little tipsy right now.... To recap the past day... I fell down my stairs last night, hitting my big gord on each step on the way down. Now this is the hilarious part... I tripped on my dog. Fortunately, both he and I are okay, although I have experienced my second concussion (the first occuring six years ago the result of a mosh pit at some concert). I lay at the bottom of my steps, first wondering if my dog was alive (I fell on him, you see) and, realizing he was, hoping next that none of my bones were fractured. As I pulled myself up I was thrilled to discover that I was, in fact, quite intact, with the exception of a slight dizzy feeling. The night went on with no noticable differences. Lathen came home, we made love (for so long and so vigorously that by the time we were finished, I felt quite dehydrated). Alas, I awoke about 5:00 a.m. with the most hideous of headaches and feeling nausous as can be. I phoned in to work, explaining my current situation, and stayed fixed on my couch for the majority of the day. I discovered on DSS what is now my favorite movie.. "Best in Show", so the day was not a complete waste. My headache crept to every area of my head throughout the day, but by about 5, I was back to myself (so I think) and in no noticable pain. I headed to the soap scrimmage, leaving from there with my brother downtown to Sandy's where a few vodka drinks surely helped my situation (don't they always?). Ran into several friends, including our cousin, Brandon. It was a beautiful thing listening to Luke and Brandon reminisce about our late grandpa, Clint, much in the same way Brandon's sister (and my cousin) Sharla, talk about Clint's wife and our dear departed grandma, Helen. I love my family! absorb. Did this make any sense?