I went to a party at Steve McQueen's house, or at least I though I did, until I remembered today that Steve died in 1980. So where the hell was I? I also dressed up for this party, because I thought it was Halloween. I went as a sea turtle!

10pm: Got to Steve's house and immediately had to pee. I think I may have an inflammation in my bladder.

10:45: Got done peeing and joined the party. I danced with former President Nixon.

10:46: Realized that I pissed in my pants. Apparently I wasn't done peeing after all.

6am: Had a nightmare and woke up screaming inside of a run down bungalow somewhere in the Dominican Republic with no memory of the past seven hours.

6:01: Decided to see a doctor to check for possible onset dementia.