I'm being a cliché tonight. I'm wearing a huge sweater, sipping coffee, listening to Nick Drake, and have spent most of the day sitting on the couch staring into thin air feeling a bit sorry for myself. I went to a bachelor party Saturday and I'm still hurting a bit from the experience. The actual party was amazing, but it seems like every weekend I get wrecked on Saturday, then go see Arsenal beat some crap team Sunday, and then spend Monday wondering why I still feel hungover. I know I could easily change this routine, but I'm not good with change and I'm really not good at getting my shit together. There's a lot of stuff on my mind right now and most of it could be fixed by getting up early and working stuff out instead of watching television all day. So maybe this week I'll grow a spine and deal. If not then it won't be anything out of the usual.

The bachelor party was for an old friend and in attendance were two more friends from the old days. It was a lot of fun seeing them again and we had a blast. I'm really glad I went and it was obvious that they were glad I came, so everything turned out incredible. And since I just remember that the season premiere of The West Wing will be on a few minutes my mood just got a bit of a lift. Pathetic, I know, but it's the small things in life that count and good television is a life saver.