For the record, i am not wearing boxorz.

My birthday was on wednesday, it is now the following monday. in my mind, my birthday celebrations have lasted thusfar and are only now ending. Interestingly enough, the collection of days in which i celebrated my 18 year on earth were marked by hibitual cigar-smoking, which stopped sunday, so i suppose that was the end to my birthday revelry. I had much fun, recieved 3 real gifts, all from my mother, bless her soul, and all three of which were things i greatly enjoy and appreciate.
the events in which i partook durring the celebration of my impending physical decline were as follows:
Bar Mitzva Card
Cigars
Calzones
A day i dont remember much of for some reason, but which involved cigars
Tearing off roof shingles shirtless while smoking cigars
break for eating
Lining new shingles for roof while shirtless smoking more cigars
smoking cigars on back porch with friend and friend's mom
Fatigue-thick jokes before bed time
Pain, involving inability to move arm due to prior work on roof
good movie, Burn after Reading
Kryssykins!
Kryssykins driving
Amikins, dalton, dalton's girlfriend, kitties
Kryssykins driving
Mall, bought new jeans, pretzel, good times
Ami's, sleep, mom driving me home
another day, uneventful, full of pain and soreness

was a good birthday