Old as Hell

Well, it's 12:19. I just woke up thinking it was 8 am due to the gray-tone weather outside and the sound of cars streaking by. I appear to have burnt through the last of the coffee and will never drink it again, at least until I eat lunch.

Rominger, what are you doing for the birthday? I'm guessing the handful of pills/pint of Wild Turkey/snort of coke off a toilet tank/sexual harassment charge filed by a stripper thing?