Yeah, Sunday was my Hippy Barfday. I went out, came back home, went out again, came back home, and again went out, and then came home. See. Thrilling.
At Natalie's, i had her scan some old pictures again. The pile randomly grabbed from happened to be mostly from when i was small.
I went to the Evil Empire to show people how to string their guitars, like i had planned to do, and like we had flyers for on the guitars, and no one showed up. Which is ok. I kind of figured that would be the case. I tried.
Saturday I got a good birthday present. It wasn't presented as one, but it was one to me. I got to wail on the drums for an hour at a jam.