Sitting up and walking take all my energy. So I'm going to just jot this down, then go back and collapse on the couch.

Emergency appendectomies are not fun.

Broos is a wonderful, wonderful friend. So are Candyce and Amy. And Matt, Bringer of the Hair Dryer. My cherub Chris is perfectly sweet and adorable, bringing me water and juice and allowing me to watch all three 'original' Star Wars movies back to back.

I've often felt as though I haven't many friends down here, but when they had to root up extra chairs for my room to accomodate them all, I realized how mistaken I am.

Thank you all. Going back to sleep.

Broos is a very kind fellow, indeed. He is also a goober :)

He invited me out to dinner to celebrate my birthday, so we went to a very spiffy place in Del Mar. Turns out it wasn't just a little birthday dinner; he'd invited some of our favorite game night pals. We had a lovely, cozy dinner for seven overlooking the ocean. And I got to have a huge slab (the last one they had) of "hula pie."

Afterwards, I was slightly traumatised since I'd followed Broos to the restaurant and now had no idea how to get back to the freeway. I managed to wend my way over to an area that I recognized, but realized I was in the wrong lane. I drove slowly along, waiting for the cars in the next lane over to pass me so I could tuck in behind them. One of them slowed down.

"What an asshole," I muttered, glancing over. It wasn't an asshole; it was a goober. He rolled down his window and beckoned for me to follow. Then at the exit (which I knew was mine! honest!) he flashed his blinkers so I'd know which road to take.

Let that just be a lesson to us all: sometimes the asshole you see on the road is really your friend :)