Saturday, April 11, 2009


We went out with some friends last night... dinner, drinks, good times. This was heard as I turned out the light before jumping into bed...

"I'm not fucked up fucked up. But I'm pretty fucked up."

That's a very rare situation for either of us to be in. I guess the beers were just flowing a little too freely for Owen. He actually turned into a dancing freak.

Poor guy. I'm sure he had a rough morning. At work.