I hate taking drugs, expecially when the drug becomes a pivitol part of your life.

In other news, the birthday yesterday was excelent! My wife came by work and brought me a lovely boquet of baloons (black and white, of course) and then took me out to lunch at the Azteca (mexican fare).

When I finally got home after work (the boss decided that I needed to attend a last minute meeting that went till 6pm), I had friends and family waiting to wish me a happy birthday as well.

*sniff*… I feel loved.

Plans for next week: Visit my neurosurgon and find out just what the hell is wrong with my back.

Link of the day: Adopt A Villain (Because bad guys need love too!)