Thanks for the birthday wish, Cami. If I were into women, and you were here, I"d have sex with ya. With the exception of a couple exceptionally wonderful nights, I've been forced into abstanation myself. And by the way, workaholics ARE bad boyfriends. Read this.

Yes, I turned 28 on Saturday, the 9th. I decided to make a big deal out of it this year, considering the past couple months. I invited most of my friends to my apartment for drinks and appetizers, no other real plans. The weather was crappy, however, so a couple people bailed on me. But the die-hards showed and we had a great time. Everyone drank, ate and, well, quite frankly, were gracious spectators to my obnoxiousness. Later on, we ventured out to the closest drinking stablishment, Lancasters, then returned to my place for more food and, finally, some slumber. I am again reminded of how lucky I am having so many great people in my life. Sunday, after my overnight guests left, I locked myself up, ignored my ringing phone (with a couple exceptions - thank God for caller id) and relaxed with Sigmund. This re-charge was greatly needed. In fact, I may do the same thing tonight. I'm happily growing very comfortable in my lovely apartment; and in my own lovely mind, too.