It's Woodrow Wilson's birthday. It's Denzel Washington's birthday. And it's my birthday, too. And I'm at work. As I figure, this is the third time in 29 years of working that I've worked on my birthday. I don't mean to bitch too much, but getting out of bed sure is hard to do.
My friends want to take me out drinking tonight, but they've all got tomorrow off. I have to work, yet again. And I'm just too damn busy. I'm hosting the annual knee-walking drunk new year's eve bash this year, and there's much to do at the Ranch.
