Drink, Drank, Drunk

So, I was going to write a post tonight about my last thoughts on being 23. But, instead, after getting out of rehearsal fifteen minutes early, I actually made it to the grocery store before it closed, and purchased beer, bread, and potato chips. Then, I came home and watched by DVR'd GREY'S ANATOMY and THE OFFICE while consuming said chips and beer (four of them). So, I cannot really speak coherently for what twenty-three was like. Twenty-four, however, is coming in like a lion, and I expected nothing less.

More when soberness hits me like a train.