The fact that I can listen to John Mayer now without crying is an accomplishment. I'm going to a concert tonight to see this guy from Georgia, Kevin Kinney. My friend is opening for him, and Matt is forcing everyone on our floor to go, so I figure it will be a good time. I am NOT waking up at 4:45 a.m. tomorrow morning to see fat men eating wings, despite what most people think. Even though most people here are (yeah right, we'll see), I would much rather sleep.


Happy Birthday, Dustin!
P.S. You are not an old man.