I'm in a crabby mood, which sucks because it's Mark's birthday. (Happy 36! woot!)

We went out for a nice dinner at the Cheshire Cat, and just as we were finishing up I got in this really rotten cranky mood. Some of it was sparked by conversation, most of it just came out of nowhere.

I'm just gonna sit in my room with the door shut and listen to some Saves The Day, that'll make me feel better. Except that it will make me mad that Im not going to see Good Charlotte, who are gonna be on Letterman Monday night. It's all connected, believe me.

Bleh.