I went to the City Museum tonight with Rebecca and, like, 40 or so of her church’s Awana kids. If you’re reading this and you’ve never been to the St. Louis City Museum and you like having fun, you have been missing a great thing in your life. My whole body aches, and I may have fractured my knee on a 10 story—11 story?—spiral slide, and I have to get up for work at 6:30 a.m. That is 4 hours and 15 minutes from now. I’m so screwed.

We had a blast, though. AND, and and and, the girl working at the concession stand on the second floor gave me a free giant cookie AND a free refill, the only possible reason for this being that I’m a handsome fellow. (Or: Okay hey dude we’re closed so I can’t charge you for anything so I’ll give you a refill and here take a cookie so I don’t have to throw them all away thanks.)

I’m going to go claim my four hours of sleep before I get up and get ready for work. My body is not going to appreciate standing for eight hours after tonight.