Wherein Bry does some stuff and then eats some pie.

I typed up a blog on my phone while waiting for Nugget and then my phone went and died for no reason (unless it was trying to say "Listen beyotch, if you insist on dropping me on my head, then I insist on not working"). Which is just another reason why I hate technology. If you write something on a piece of paper, it doesn't disappear when the power shuts off or the battery dies. And if you drop the piece of paper on the floor, it doesn't break.
Well whatever I wrote, it went something like this.

I have not been blogging much lately because I've been tired and busy. If I wasn't sleep and time impoverished, I would blog every day. Instead, you get a blog whenever I damn well feel like it.

A lot has happened over the past few weeks but I either can't remember it because I'm too tired or it is not as funny or important as I once thought.

RF visited for the better part of 2 weeks and we spent the time eating, drinking and having a gay old time. No really, a gay time. We spent a lot of time talking about or actually pursuing men. I won't talk about the men on men action here. I don't want to make you blush and besides, does the FCC monitor blog content?

TN and his man-friend MS visited, too. I think MS is great and it is always nice when my friends date people I don't have to pretend to like.

I'm also moving again. Soon. I hate moving and it sucks and I'm tired of it. So I have 3 options.

1) Find a cheap place I will want to stay in forever.

2) Couch surf.

3) Move into KTs garage.

So prepare yourselves for options 2 and 3, they involve you.

My birthday is next week. I've never been too "birthday birthday" but I am looking forward to a dinner with friends and perhaps a walk or swing afterwards.

I am a bit nervy about turning 30. I always wanted to make it to Europe before I was 30 and it is not even on the horizon. It is really the only thing I've ever thought about wanting to do before hitting 30. I'm not after a husband or kids, just a bit of adventure.

I kind of remember this blog being much funnier before my phone tried to eff me over. But in between, I've eaten some soup and pie and now I'm lethargic despite copious amounts of coffee.

Today I was walking with my lethal umbrella and accidentally poked a service dog with it. His name was Sparky and he was quite nice about the whole endeavor and thank god his owner was blind so she didn't see me almost make her service dog need a service dog of his own.

There, I saved the blog from complete junk.