My brother has been in Iraq for nearly four months now. This is his second time there, and if he has to go again after this I think my heart will break. I miss him a lot.

It seems that lately I've been having more and more Sunday Night Drunk experiences. (By "drunk" I mean tipsy. Spinning heads and vomit are my enemies.) This evening a friend had her bachelorette party at the Alibi. There were never more than fifteen people in the karaoke section of the bar at any point, so in one sense it was like the time that Janaki and I went to the Farmhouse. Except there were more 80s songs and less country songs and corsets.

Janaki: I sang "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas. You probably owe me something, something like mad props. And, yes, I owe you a duet.

My Dad called me over the weekend to inform me that he's disappointed and hurt that I forgot his birthday. I'm feeling guilty and that I'm a bad daughter. More on that later.