I'm such a fucking good guy it hurts

Yesterday was the second-to-last episode before Prison Break goes on its (now seemingly traditional) multiple-month hiatus, for what I can only asume is 24.

I was also still feeling the effects from Saturday night, and to a lesser extent Sunday afternoon (which really just served to prolong the effects of Saturday night).

I am also getting sick.

Dealing with my grandparents invariably makes me want to drink.

Yesterday was my grandpa's 80th birthday.

Guess where I was? With a card and a cake, complete with candles.

Yeah. I'm such a wonderful fucking grandson I can't believe it, either.