I'd give up both of my legs for a few good friends to hang out with and a bottle of birthday cake vodka. :(

Both of my legs. All the way up to my hip bone.

Damn, that week in Mankato. Best week ever. Stell and I should go back in time and just freeze it there. This is totally plausible, and I'm getting right on it now.

In some good news, the next two weeks I have two days off each week, so I might have time and energy to do stuff that doesn't make me feel like stabbing myself in the face with a pencil.