Let's see.

I made breakfast tacos for a group of friends. One of my friends made me a chocolate mousse and hazelnut tart. We went through about eight bottles of cheap champagne. We played Rock Band. After a few hours my roommate ordered a ton of pizza. Win!

I managed to get myself together enough to play some more of "The Last of Us" and watch Mad Men. I have glugged down a few glasses of water and I am ready to black out after a solid twelve hours of drinking. I don't have a fucking care in the world and I have some pretty hipster girls to respond to on OKCupid. I'm going to LA then Hawaii soon. Not bad so far, 33. Bring it on.