Hi!

Sorry I haven't updated in a couple of days. I've been really tired and just haven't really had much to say.

Cliff and I went to a 4th of July party last night; one of his buddies from high school invited us over for a cookout and playing in the pool and stuff. We had a good time. Cliff got quite drunk and thought I was mad at him for getting drunk. I wasn't. As long as he doesn't get drunk on beer (I can't stand beer breath), I'm okay with him getting drunk.

And I can't get drunk because of my stupid meds, so he might as well have fun even if I can't.