Ok, I'm not begging for pity, but this has to be one of the worst of the celebrations of my exit of the womb since some grade school memory that I probably have blocked out. Let me give you a run down of the day....
Slept in until 10, had breakfast, surfed the internet (found out I got more birthday wishes from complete strangers than friends - what a depressing social commentary about people wanting my business), went to a soccer match where I hung out with some of the RAs, including Bah and Beth, after the game I grabbed a donner pizza (which is a turkish style pizza, not one named after a famous party.) and went home. I've since watched a little bit of Tapeheads and have just popped in Karate Kid on the DVD player. Oh yea, my parents called and wished me a happy birthday. I guess that about sums up this glorious day.