It's March 18th, so you can well imagine what I did last night. You'd be wrong, of course -- y'all know that I'm a militant teetotaler, right? Well I am. I got ahold of ribsinbacon last night, and he wanted to see Best In Show which he hadn't seen. I went to his place, we watched the movie, and I drank nothing stronger (or other) than a Coke. I went home, crashed, and was awakened later by two gentlemen outside who were arguing over whether the Irish say "och" or "aye." I didn't really get back to sleep, hence my eyes and neck and shoulders and head. I'd guess that between the last 48 hours, I've spent around seven of them sleeping.
Incidentally, I just endeavored to settle that dispute with Google and Ask.com, and though I don't have a link to prove it, the Irish use both words, often coupled as "Och, I've got somethin' in me aye!" No, seriously. People actually say that. This is what I do with my precious time at work.
Anyway, today is St. Fuglin's Day, and -- I didn't realize this until just this morning -- so is tomorrow. I was trying to find some information about the man and why it takes two days to celebrate his death, but there isn't much out there. I did, however, find this site, which, though not ultra-informative, at least provides a little background as to who the man was. I'm celebrating tonight with dinner at my parents' house.