Sometime between Mo yelling at the sausage fest of 20+ bandana-wearing Azn party crashers to leave, and one of those of those "hardcore" thugs stepping in my way and refusing to let me pass by -- I wondered, what the hell was I doing there.

Yes, a friend's bday party with birthday cake, half a house full of good friends, and the whole nine yards. Despite how much I like seeing my friends, I just want to lay down. This cold is making me feel like shit. And random bad asses getting in my face doesn't help either.

At least when I come home, none of that matters. We smoked a bowl, Nelson made me food, he gave me some medicine, and it was all better...