Vampires?

So I went out this past weekend for my birthday with Evan and Shawn. It was alot like the Lost Boys, I was Corey (Haim) and they were the frog brothers. Just like the movie, except with no vampires, comic books, or sleepy California town. They took me to see Sahara, and oddly enough the word Sahara wasn't mentioned once in the movie. That should tell ya'll how good it was. Then we went to the ESPN zone, sat in some recliners and pigged out like we was at my Uncle's Superbowl Party. Fun fun fun.
So yeah 24 now, but I feel alot like 22 and 7/8ths. It's all about the same. Still in the tar pit. The weather is getting nice, I would sleep with the window open, but all the birds chirping wakes me up, which isn't a good thing when you go to bed at like 5 a.m., pray for four hours of sleep, and then get woken up by some bluebird with a hard on.
Socks. I'm one short from this weekend. But I vowed to get it back. All I could think about is how the matching sock is lonely. No longer a pair, just a one. Maybe I'll write a song about that....