Let’s just say that I had a very good birthday. No horrible gifts to pretend to be happy about. None of my mom’s friends showed up to my birthday. Friends showed up to wish me well and have a couple beers with me. CG didn’t show up, but that’s ok, because Boy showed up and we talked and I’ve missed him, because even know he’s got no idea what he wants, he’s still my friend and I’ve missed his conversation and his company. I got a bitchin’ tool set from my dad. Thanks dad! I had an absolutely fabulous time and I’ve spent the past 3 days recovering from it. TOO. MUCH. FUN. But I’m better now. And my apartment is clean. Mostly. I’m still working on it. But isn’t that the point of housework? It’s always there. Where are my house elves? Lazy buggers. Meh, they’ve probably starved to death. Wow, can we say tangent? Anyway, thanks again for all the birthday well-wishes!