Week of Doom
So, the birthday. I got some good, solid slacking-off-with-an-arm-thrown-over-my face. I went and had dinner with my parents and my sister. There were new pairs of Converse sneakers (my secret vice), Crème brûlée, and a card from my mother that was covered in unicorns. They put a birthday candle in my crème brûlée, so I even blew out a candle for the first time in years. Then I went into work today and logged onto my facebook and found a wall timeline full of people wishing my happy birthday, which is one of those things about modern life and interconnectivity that I haven’t quite gotten the hang of. Plus, I always feel like I’m disappointing people by being so sedate in my celebrating. To say nothing of the fact that I’m a horrible facebook user, what with being a convert to Twitter. Still, thank you all. I shall endeavour to celebrating harder next year, I swear. # Tomorrow will be the sole sane day in
