Welcome to June, baby! It is officially my birthday month, T-minus 25 days until I am officially one year older. I love birthdays. I know some people hate them…I’ve never really understood why. What’s wrong with getting older? I joke that I will cry when I turn 30, but I really won’t. I’ll be stoked to turn 30, that means I’ve been alive for 30 years. And I know that’s cheesy. I don’t care. So far, I have managed to get nothing really important done today. Remember how I said that I was getting a new computer today, so I would be offline? Well, it hasn’t happened yet. But I am convinced that as soon as I start my major projects, the tech guy will come bump me off my computer for the rest of the day. I’ve been in limbo. Oh, and my home internet connection did shut off over the weekend, so now I need to find a new internet provider. Fun, fun, fun. But, besides the internet problems, my weekend rocked. I went to a fun dinner and birthday party on Friday night with Mike. Then, Saturday was the Pub Crawl. An excessive amount of fun was had. I took some pictures, but not very many. Hopefully Dana will be able to fill in the blanks. Then yesterday, Mike and I saw “Bruce Almighty,” cruised around the Farmer’s Market on Third and Fairfax, then met up with Kyle to go to a fun comedy workshop at the Improv Olympic. We werethisclose to people like Tim Meadows, Amy Poehler, and Andy Dick. Then Mike and I BBQ’d and kicked it for the rest of the night. Weekends should always end with BBQing. My newest enjoyment in life is cooking. Look at me, all domestic. Mike and my roommates have never been happier about it. I don’t always have time to cook, but when I do I am so happy. I think it’s sort of Zen to just follow the directions and end up with a yummy meal. Cooking may be time consuming, but it’s still FOOD. And food rocks. I have been so worried that at any second the tech guy is going to come. I can’t finish a thought! I’m also worried because I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow where I find out the results of my E.N.G. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that they have finally figured out what is wrong with me. And that it’s easily treatable.