I woke up with a soar throat this morning and now, it's almost midnight and I can barely talk. Looks like I will spending my next two days off of work sick at home in bed.

Tomorrow, or today by the time any of you read this, is my baby-bro's birthday. Happy birthday, Nick! I love you. I'm sending you a gift, not much cause I'm broke, but since I'm mailing it tomorrow it's going to be a little late. I suck. I hope you're birthday is cool, I don't remember what I did on my 19th b-day... hmm... I'm only 23 and already my memory is gone.



But yeah, despite my amnesia, I hope you do something that you'll never forget - and I wish I could be there to celebrate with you.