Father's Day

I get really confused on Father's Day and make poor decisions. This one was no different.

12am: arrived at dance club
2am: left dance club
3am: left the city
3:05am: got lost in the city
3:06am: find interstate
3:45am: get on interstate
5am: arrive in the suburbs
6am: go to bed
11am: wake up
1pm: family arrives
1:05pm: chop vegetables to escape family interaction
2:30pm: escapism continues when I leave for work
6pm: escapism ends when I return home on break
6:15pm: eat the best chicken of my life
7pm: back on the clock I talk to soccer mom about soy milk (day 9 of soy milk experiment)
9pm: the mopping commences
10:30pm: arrive home
10:31pm: open Amstel light
10:33pm: Amstel light is gone
11pm: finally figure out how to use Flickr
11:01pm: celebrate with another Amstel
midnight: watch Televangelist
12:02am: google Televangelist
12:05am: decide to ignore google and just listen
12:30am: ponder Televangelist's message
12:31am: decide it is not entirely bunk
12:33am: decide I am nuts and chock situation up to the fact that it's Father's Day
1:30am: get a craving for mayonnaise
1:31am: wonder if I am pregnant
1:31:30am: laugh
1:35am: make a sandwich
1:25am: blog about the oddities of the day