Fuck! I can't figure out how to get my optical audio cable to work when connected to the receiver my mother gave me along with a 42' plasma TV. It doesn't help that I'm a bit tipsy.
Last night, Grimmie and I watched Fright Night 2... the new one, not the old one. If you care to watch a completely dreadful movie that makes no sense whatsoever, I suggest you watch it post haste.
Interesting how the older I get, the less significant birthdays feel. Today does feel any different than any other day... meaning I still have to wash the damned dishes.