It's my birthday in 41 minutes.
For the past two weeks I've told everyone I know to come hang out with me.
But really I have no plans.
Except Off-Knox with Amelia. I'm going to read some Matthew Dickman. I was going to read some of my poems, but I like his better.
So I'll probably end up drinking something somewhere with some people.

There is some girl talk going on in the kitchen. Every once in awhile it erupts in giggles.

I hope cake gets involved somehow tomorrow.