and so the gators suck.

amber and i went to the outback bowl. oh, and my sister and my dad, too. and an incredibly obnoxious half-wit who sat behind us.

anywho, the sun was a-burnin', the crowd was a-yellin', and florida was a-losin'. it was a sight to see.

wait a minute. no it wasn't.

about last night: andrew's dad apparently didn't know his friends were coming over. james had to leave at 8:30, jim's family planned some last-minute deal, and fez was at work. that left me, andrew, andrew's sister, and five million napkins, less one maggie when 11:00 rolled around.

since going to a sleepy home and watching law and order hadn't been high on my list of fun things to do on new year's eve, i called my mom and asked if i could join her and my dad at the hussin's.

i drove my sober self out to lutz and spent an hour or so with the two sets of parents i consider to be my own, plus two extra sets and some guinea pigs on the side.

in conclusion, i need to find better endings.