The weekend of too much.

Friday night I did the UMSL Relay for Life. I only lasted until 2 AM. I decided that no matter how long I stayed, the American Cancer Society still got the money I raised ($150). Sleep deprivation will not cure cancer. While I was there, I ate too much junk food at our group's "campsite" -- including Oreos. I hate Oreos. But yet, they seem so appealing when you're still at your workplace (albeit for charity) at 11:48 PM on a Friday.

Saturday was this big beer tasting thing at the Schlafly Bottleworks. I tasted 18 of the 28 beers being offered. Some of them I tasted more than once. Some of them I tasted until they were gone, like Brugge's Tripel de Ripple. It was only after my third glass that I realized why I liked it so much -- 9.85% alcohol content. The tasting began at noon. I had a hangover by 8 PM. Oddest event of the day: random girl who had her picture taken with me nearly six months ago at the CWE Halloween street party recognized me. Her costume: Dead Anna Nicole. Mine: Peter Griffin. My costume didn't require much effort, as I simply wore my own clothing and put on a name tag. Yes, I own green pants, a belt, and a white button-down shirt. Oh, and I shaved.

Today was my sister Julie's 42nd birthday. We all had dinner together. Pork chops and chicken. I ate too much of that. And some birthday cake. It was delicious, but I should have eaten less as I am still kind of recovering from yesterday's beergasm.

So here I sit in my dark, kind of cold apartment, alone on a Sunday night. Nothing too unusual about that. I'm tired. I may go to bed soon. Very soon. Maybe even right after I publish this post.

I am anxious for summer.

Also, I still am not a millionaire. Drat.