Grumpy birthday
Happy birthday to me. The big 29. Yay. Didn’t have to work, though.
Planned: Go to dentist, go to music store and see about fixing my 2-octave chromatic harmonica, buy a CD or two, have an incredibly good dinner, see a movie.
Accomplished: Went to music store (they didn’t know anything), ate a Togo’s sandwich, shopped for a bed, hung out on IRC.
Got a card from Grandma, an email from Lakshmana, and some email from Kai. Fuck my birthday. Henceforth, I will no longer celebrate them. I mean, why bother?