From my Friends page it sounds like everybody had a pretty good St. Paddy's day and a pretty lousy Friday morning. I did too. I went to my parents' house for corned beef and cabbage. The drive home took about twice as long as usual in the snow (oh yeah, for those not in Wisconsin, it snowed last night) and I passed a couple of accidents. I got home around 9:00, and found that Nate -- the party animal/good ol' boy himself -- had already gone to bed. Which was fine. He isn't home tonight, and I imagine he's out with everybody else who decided not to drive through the snow.
I wasn't feeling so hot when I got up this morning, but I went to work anyway. I set myself a certain quota of work to get done, and by the time I finished it, I was feeling better.
My eyes ache, so tonight I'm staying in to catch some of the sleep I've been missing out on. Right now I'm kind of vegging in front of The House on Haunted Hill (the crappy original version, not the crappy remake). I'm not exactly sure what I've made for dinner, but the three main ingredients are brie, garlic and tomatoes. It's pretty good on pita bread.
Anyway, if you're looking for something to occupy your time, try The Museum of Bad Art.