I have so much work to do this weekend, I haven’t been able to go to the gym, I’m feeding on canned soup and cereal, my kitchen looks like student flatshare hell, my bedroom feels like a clothing shop on the first day of sales, my laundry has been hanging outside, alternately drying and getting rained on since tuesday, but I still went out for some margaritas with friends last night. And you say I’ll be 31 tomorrow?