Well last night I technically "graduated" from film school. It makes me giggle that they refer to the completion of a 12-week course as graduation, but whatever. To celebrate our work we had a showing on a big screen which was cool. Everyone dug my Narnia trailer and I hope to upload the file onto my myspace site (which I'm pimping out today) soon so y'all can see it.

After the screening, we moved the party down the street for drinks. I had planned on just having one but by midnight I was the ring leader for the "LET'S ALL SKIP WORK TOMORROW!" group. I had a good time watching my teacher sing karaoke, and got to dish out some film theory knowledge too. I'd totally hang out with this crowd again and it's a bummer that that was the last I'm sure I'll see of most of them. I should have hung out with them from the start, but hey, what can you do?

So here I am, in 3 hours late to work because "I'm sick" which actually isn't far at all from the truth. I've been feeling the onset of a cold or allergies for a few days now and I woke up this morning and couldn't breathe out of my nose. To make matters worse, Joe also planned on going into work late this morning because he sounded twice as bad as me and with a cough. I'm sure whatever he's got is what I have and it's a matter of time before Ham gets sick too. Nothing like shared suffering to say goodbye to friends right?

You know what? I think I might still be alittle drunk actually. Funny. I completely lost my train of thought.