Damn. I fucking hate that.

*sigh*

So, this past weekend was one of those weekends, but here's the thing, it's 6:52pm. I don't have the time nor the inclination to deal with that crap, so here is a brief, to the point, outline of my weekend:

Friday Night - Cocktails with Cosmo, Millie, One Can, and Patsy.

Saturday - Running errands. Lunch. New Phones. Birthday Party.

Sunday - Mother's day. Presents. Visiting. Catered lunch. Too much to drink.

How's that sound then?