The Hangover is gone and I've found my pants.

I've been at "Home" in the "Greater Seattle Area" for almost a week now and I haven't been arrested. This is even more noteworthy when you consider that the time I set aside for my friends and me to combine our terrible powers is over. It's all down hill from here as I round out my leave with some familiy-time.

Every thing was good with the exception of running into a girl that I didn't really want too. Of course my friend Greg planned this as a way of punishing me for having to cart around Brian and my drunk, drunk, drunk asses for the past few days. I'll have more soon but I have to get some sleep if I want to get some awake time with familiy.