Holy crap

Last night was the first time since I got to Toronto that I took my sleeping pills and, man, they hit like a ton of bricks attacked to a speeding truck.  I woke up only twice after passing out not even ten minutes after laying down - once when Rossi left and then once when Spike almost fell into the bag of charcoal.  Nothing like being half asleep and dragging a really confused cat out from a bag of charcoal...

I'll try and remember to do a more indepth write up of the birthday weekend, which was so awesome that I can't get over it, but not now as I need to shower and then get something to eat.