a history of me

...or at least, that's what I'm calling it. Fact is, while drunk-blogging (drlogging) last week I casually clicked on the "delete blog" button. I've learned that nothing sobers a man up like a little anxiety; that includes losing your car keys at the movies, watching your friend fall down a flight of stairs, or accidentally erasing six months of typing. So if you're ever drunk and need to clear your head, have a friend steal your keys behind your back you'll be ready to drive in no time!

Oh, but regarding this blog, the good people at Blogger managed to restore the data. So hopefully everything should return to normal.

Tonight is Rosh Hashanah, which means no class tonight or tomorrow. Jewish holidays are funny that way, they wrap around real days, sunset to sunset, so that's why real calendars often dispute which "day" is actually the holiday. The point of this is I have no class until Monday night. That's quite a weekend! Sadly, my plans to go home were dashed as none of my friends are available. They're all working or otherwise occupied. I guess this is the price I pay for not keeping any of my Jewish friends from high school. C'est la vie.