I declare my birthday officially over as of the saving of this post.

Despite all the working, the working, this goddamn never-ending working, I had a birthday weekend that was simultaneously bitchin' and low key. Avocado margaritas, beer, brunch, cake, candy, a chicken chucker, reflexology socks, a weather kit, and much more, plus numerous nose-flute renditions of "Happy Birthday." Oh, shit, I was delirious, there was so much nose fluting; duets, solos, ensembles, encores, and phoned-in performances all throughout the weekend, and it never failed to crack or at least cheer me up. Thanks to everyone who wished me well. I had a really nice day.

Plus. Eight more days and I'll get my life back. Ten more and I'll be in Seattle. That's not so long at all.