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.: 5.01.2008 

Let Me Eat Cake

So after being trapped editing video for literally 6 hours today, I declared a state of emergency and several of us went over to El Toro for a margarita injection. Since it was my actual birthday day I didn't feel bad when I ordered the Gold Margarita ($5.75) and I have to say I felt pretty damn good by the time I ordered my second in slurred Spanish. Hubby was kind and refrained even though he'd had a mind-melting day as well, which is good because, seriously? Way. Too. Drunk. For. A. Weekday. In my favor I did not prattle about Russian saints. I got home, giggled for about fifteen minutes, and fell asleep on the couch until 10pm. I dragged myself up to the attic, where I lay for another hour before giving up and accepting that I am indeed awake.

Tomorrow the office is going out to Oasis for a birthday lunch, and Friday is cake-and-party night. I. Love. My. Birthday!

Also? Apparently Amanda Palmer (yes, Amanda fucking Palmer, again) and I share a birthday!


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