god, Sundays are the best. I've said it before and I'll say it again.

April came home last night with 5 friends from work and we stayed up till 6am talking and drinking with them. it was a pretty good time. we have this problem that whenever people come over, they stay forever, sometimes until we have to ask them to please leave. I think it has something to do with our super-comfortable couch, but I'm not completely sure. anyway, it was a good time, and this one kid Troy told a great story:
apparently he was arrested for some reason when he was in his early 20s and had to stay in jail for 2-3 days. he couldn't sleep at night, so he would end up sleeping during the day. only, whenever he sleeps, he sucks his thumb (still, to this day!). so he was laying on the ground of the block, sleeping with his thumb in his mouth, when he felt something hit his head. he stirred, but ignored it until he felt another thing hit his head. eventually he opened his eyes and woke up to see these gigantic prisoners laughing and throwing their empty milk cartons and apple cores from lunch directly at him. he was appalled because these were people he'd never even seen before, never even spoken too. the way he told the story made me cry I was laughing so hard. anyway, just wanted to get that down for posterity.

brrrr the wind is making it freezing in here. so I didn't get up until 1:30 today and apart from going out to lunch (dinner?) at 4:00, it's been a sweatpants and turtleneck sweater day. April and I watched "Wet Hot American Summer," which was so funny. and now it's almost time for the Simpsons. Sunday, I love you.