I am so tired.
Had my third weekend of debauchery in a row, near Puerto Vallarta for Matt Z's wedding. This after the bachelor party and Kubla. I can't tell if my liver is failing, or has entered some super-evolved state; liquor now seems to be a sort of nourishment more than anything that actually gets me buzzed. Nothing too bad (I stuck to beer at the wedding itself, and left the party once it got down to nothing but fifteen bottles of tequila), but jeez. I'm ready to have a rest for a while and actually super pumped to be at work.
(Unexpected bonus: Nathan is really into boardgames now, so I got in not one, but two games of Dungeon Lords. I wasn't even able to play that at Kubla!)