Last night was a sweet dance party at a club and somehow 20 of my friends ended up being there.
Despite being hung over, I'm feeling good about my Sunday.
It's 3:00, I'm still in my pj's and my download of Friday Night Lights is at 77% (I love that show way too much).
I called up CoCo Ichiban Curry and twenty minutes later there was food at my door. And I'm about to wreck that shit. for realz.
That's pretty much all I need to be happy I guess.