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Sweet Lady, it's one of those days. You know: Those days. The ones where you're supposed to be feted and pampered and taken to lunch, and maybe have the day off... Ideally, I think I'd be happiest somewhere sunny and tropical, with scantily clad cabana boys bringing me and my posse fruity drinks while we talk loudly and with much giggling about how the boys should lick each other.
sigh Well, we can all have our wishful fantasy birthdays. Mine is turning out to be somewhat more prosaic. I dreamed this morning about playing Murder with a bunch of slashers. We were all wandering around a mallish sort of place, trying to figure out how to get each other alone to whack them, and I was happily sitting on a stool in the bar, poisoning drinks, and slipping boxes with poisonous asps into people's purses. I don't know if I was going to be the last one standing - Hobbes woke me up by sitting on my head and begging to be petted - but I sure had a good chance.
Right now I'm at work. I have a few things on my to-do list, but I'd rather blow them off and write porn.
So I'm 28 now. A whole year older than last year. Woo.
27 was a perfect cube: 3x3x3. 28 is a perfect number, the sum of its factors: 1+2+4+7+14. So I'm expecting good things this year. 30's looming closer, but really, 30's a boring number. 29 and 31 are at least prime.
Last year this time I was running around trying to find another roommate to fit into the mansion I'd found. Dad was coming out in a week to visit and pack up my books for me. This year I've got the roomies and the house, and I have to pack my own books because Dad's in Colorado. Dru's still in Cameroon.
sigh Well, we can all have our wishful fantasy birthdays. Mine is turning out to be somewhat more prosaic. I dreamed this morning about playing Murder with a bunch of slashers. We were all wandering around a mallish sort of place, trying to figure out how to get each other alone to whack them, and I was happily sitting on a stool in the bar, poisoning drinks, and slipping boxes with poisonous asps into people's purses. I don't know if I was going to be the last one standing - Hobbes woke me up by sitting on my head and begging to be petted - but I sure had a good chance.
Right now I'm at work. I have a few things on my to-do list, but I'd rather blow them off and write porn.
So I'm 28 now. A whole year older than last year. Woo.
27 was a perfect cube: 3x3x3. 28 is a perfect number, the sum of its factors: 1+2+4+7+14. So I'm expecting good things this year. 30's looming closer, but really, 30's a boring number. 29 and 31 are at least prime.
Last year this time I was running around trying to find another roommate to fit into the mansion I'd found. Dad was coming out in a week to visit and pack up my books for me. This year I've got the roomies and the house, and I have to pack my own books because Dad's in Colorado. Dru's still in Cameroon.
