Pancakes and alcohol. That’s the devil’s playground right there.

One true advantage to not really liking people: there aren’t many birthdays to celebrate.

Nor many late, late nights. Nor rounds of shots.

Nor many post-party trips to Denny’s. Nor late, late pancakes. The latter which definitely help me sleep, and definitely post a gain on the scale the next morning.

Nor many next day hangovers.

Seriously, when will I learn to stay hydrated. This is the worst part of my “non protocol” lifestyle… I don’t drink enough water. And whatever I might have had planned for the next day is utterly irrelevant.

So it’s a good thing I don’t like many people.

Anyway, happy birthday beautiful.