May Gray

Can it be any more depressing outside? Today is Cinco de Mayo, which apparently doesn't mean much in Mexico but is just an excuse for us Americans to drink. I don't know if this is true, but I'm drinking a Mexican beer at home while looking outside at the grayness that covers this fine city, also know as sunny San Diego. My goal this weekend is to wash my car, buy some new clothes for work and not crash my car like one of them pill-popping, hard drinking Kennedys.