What???

I just got back from a party, and as you can obviously tell, my typing is not gratuitously impaired.
Yeah, this is a depressing trend. I had a fair few beers (Roommate and I went like 5-0 at beer pong) and a couple of shots (vodka and JD - my first JD since I've left San Diego!) but the party was relatively uneventful. Except for two events:

1) Running up the stairs from the basement, I stubbed my toe pretty fierce. Long story short, there's blood stains on my sock.

2) I played bartender. I poured shots and dished out beers for a good number of people, just because I appointed myself bartender on a whim.

I did meet a few good people, but I've sadly got no OPID-worthy stories.


I don't really mean o sound enigmatic, but there's been something recently that's been putting a damper on my ability to let loose. More details later?
No.
Probably not. Sorry.
(Not really.)