What a fuckin' weekend. The Mayday party at Andy and Jay's was a resounding success, despite the threat of perpetually bad weather. Plenty of good people, good times, and good booze; the only way it could've been better is if the party had been thrown around sunset in a nice open field or park with a massive sound system crankin' out the Almighty Riff. That's just me, though I don't think anyone else would disagree.

It's Monday afternoon, and after getting shitloads of sleep all weekend, I'm still worn out. Mentally, more than anything- I need to do some writing to clear the skull. Right now I'll just drink a beer and listen to BOC.