What a great birthday! The internet knew about it, and people wished me a happy birthday on the internet and in real life. Someone saw on the internet that it was my birthday and wished me happy birthday in real life. Officemates provided cupcakes and balloons; got spoiled rotten with presents from B. including lots of money to spend on shoes, something I never do. In fact, we have an ongoing argument about what is a reasonable amount of money to spend on a pair of shoes, with me being the cheapskate, so this was a nice way for him to manipulate me into treating myself. It’s pretty clever. I’m listening to a my new Lars Hollmer CD too - something that’s not that easy to find. Fred Frith is on this CD, and I didn’t even know they ever played together. I share my birthday with: Andrew Jackson, Phil Lesh, Ry Cooder, Sly Stone (!), Lightnin’ Hopkins, Dee Snider (of Twisted Sister), Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Fabio. I’m in fine, fine company here. Anna Lena, a square dance caller and poet of repute, found out it was my birthday while I drank ginger beer at the coop, and sat down and sang me an old-time tune about a birthday. I don’t know if the weather has ever been warmer on my birthday, in the place of my celebrating of my birthday. I got a headache today and napped in the afternoon with my cat for an hour. I cut out vintage wallpaper samples and ate Mexican food. Does it get better than this? I worked my brain out on a proteogenomic mapping paper and got a free sub at the Harris Teeter because I’d bought 15 previous subs as a member of the sub club, f*** yeah I did. Hooray! I had no idea what I was going to do today for my birthday and it turned out great. I’m not worried about getting old because I’ve always been old. Three cheers!