I tripped in the dark on my way to the bathroom and damn near broke my nose. My room is a mess. My nose is hideous. I am dumb.

It's Google's fourth birthday.

Tim Easton is playing the 400 tonight. I couldn't find anyone to go with me, so I'm not going to go. I wish I was braver at going to shows alone. I will regret not going a lot, I know.

I got an invite from Amanda. They are moving and want to get rid of a bunch of their stuff. It was something like "GET DRUNK and BUY our STUFF". I like it. I will definitely have to go.

5:15 pm
Heather just reminded me my nose is going to bruise up shortly. Great. I'm going to look like a battered wife. I should use the Amy Sedaris method of explaining facial bruises:

"I've never been this happy in my entire life! I finally found my true love."