just push me over
So. This birthday thing. Many of you were insistent that I do *something* to celebrate, so I left work a few minutes early and went through downtown on my walk home and bought myself one of those five-dollar-vanilla-latte things that C is always having and I looked at videogames (bought none) and sale items at the Gap (bought two shirts, marked down to ten from fifty) and loads of comic books and graphic novels at the geek store (bought two books, one for the art and one for the foul language) and generally tried to take my time and appreciate not being loaded down with groceries for once and breathe God's good air and all that.
People downtown are either too pretty or rather monstrous. The girl behind the counter at the Gap was so obviously a horse that I wanted to reach over and pet her nose. There was *some* kind of girl at the comic book store too (I was afraid to look), which made all the nerds in the back around the gaming table act especially loud and awkward, arguing about this wizard or that, and while I tried my best to pretend I was just some visiting ghost (why are you little men wearing shorts in the winter, and why are your haircuts so bad?), I did notice that the entire group seemed to flinch when this strange, strange girl asked someone to scratch her head.
And yes, when I got home, there was cake. Even tea. And then mommy went out, and Oona and I had some tummy time, after which she tried to impress me with all the books she's reading these days.
By the way: I did finish Hornby's Polysyllabic Spree, and I enjoyed it quite a bit.