Moving Day

happy day before my birthday to me.  Maybe i'm conceited, but i've always felt my birthday was just a little more special than everyone elses. See, i was supposed to be born on the 4th, but was 5 days late (insert joke here). This was in the year 1976. I was supposed to be a bicentennial baby. Also, it's in the summer, which makes it more special. Also, it's close to the 4th of july, so i always kind of feel like the fireworks are for me (childhood associations, maybe?). Also, it's me, and im special. I guess we all have this world view. Evolution's insurance policy, maybe? But whatever. Saturday's my birthday, and it's the last year for four more years before my birthday will be on a weekend again. I'm most excited about eating. Today is like chinese buffet, only on steroids, with good sushi and lobster. Also, there will be copious amounts of drinking. A good time will be had by all. I'm supposed to get up in less than 4 hours to go catch the train to Seattle, load up Martin's stuff, and move him down. Cept i'm not sleepy. Maybe i'll see yall tomorrow night, if not, see you saturday.